not irony, but
An epiphany is the egg you cannot break.
I have
An epiphany is the green pen you’ll never find again.
the love
An epiphany is a flat tire on a bicycle without a chain.
I want
An epiphany is a paper dog.
but I am
An epiphany is the notebook by your bed the night you stop remembering your dreams.
not yet
An epiphany is the wind knocked out of you after falling on ice while laughing too hard.
who I want
An epiphany is when you stop thinking.
to be
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