It's all tearing away. All those layers of my life that I have seen as a source of decay, or those that have long since died, are falling away from me. One by one. And I am reminded of Shrek, and how he compares ogres and onions: They both have layers.
No, that made no sense, but I can't help but wonder: When all those layers have peeled away, will I be a succulent fruit, desired by the world, or will I be as dead and decayed as those layers I have shed?
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