In transit. 

Transitive 

In transition 

Transiting

Change is a never ending format

I’ve changed to the point I’m delusional about who I am. 

I can’t keep track of me inside me. 

And I can’t keep track of others inside me. 

Is that what it means to become so independent? To the point individuality stands for itself and nothing else? 

I fear I’ve become clueless in how to deal with people. As much as I’ve become clueless in dealing with myself. 

I just need somebody. 

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