Ship of Theseus
I am the ship of Theseus,
rotting in the ocean air.
Fix me piece by piece
until no one can say if I'm the same ship.
What makes a scar a part of your skin?
It's just a historical site of a massacre.
How many scars does it take
until I can't be the same girl anymore?
So rebuild me piece by piece,
I'll watch the skin knot into place.
And each shiny mark will remind me,
I'm further and further from who I used to be.
Why would the ship of Theseus want to be the same
as the one cracking with mold?
Maybe I don't want to be me anymore.
Let the scars pave the way to a new identity.
But I'm afraid the rot is deeper than the wood,
and all the scars can't hide it.
Maybe it's the disease that makes me,
and I will never outbuild it.
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