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I wonder if at some point
I did not steal a piece of myself from the world
You can easily identify yourself as a concoction
A couldron of all you have experienced
Orginality is actually your own remix of conventions
Are we not sources?
Are we not roots?
Are we not beginnings?
We are a continuation
With the audacity and avidity to be unique
Flesh borrowed from ancestry
Mind shapeshifting as generations go by still holding something akin to home
We evolve never rebirth
We adapt never recreate
We have pulled off the greatest heist humanity has ever known
The subtle snatch and run off into delusional novelty ascending the timeline of missing particles