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My Name Is The Same

Assorted images, feelings, smells and sounds.
How it all shapes itself as i recall them, cementing them as being the true facts. But it all cements strongly the more i recall those memories, so it's not that the memory in itself is true, it's more that because i visit them they become firebranded in my memory as being what really happened.
If i'm the sum of everything i've done, every place i've been, everyone i've met or went by, then my recollection (or lack of it) re-builts/re-shapes me. We invent ourselves as we go - Bless! - the same way our cells are entirely replaced every 7 years or so (except for brain and heart cells) meaning our body is not the same matter it was 20 years ago, changing along with us. My body is not the same but i remain quintessencially myself even as i reclaim my past memories, changing them the more i do so.

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