Whenever I plunge into memories there’s always the feeling that something’s missing when I come back up

I weigh myself but there’s no differenece

Then I realise that something’s not merely missing but replaced.

What’s missing is part of myself, dissolved in the water

And what’s been added in its place is gunk

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