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A poem about myself... |
I find myself, talking to myself, and me myself talking back to myself, trying to get me to better understand myself. And I stare at myself, smiling back at myself, often saying, so here we are alone again. Sometimes I argue with myself, only getting myself mad, forcing myself to stop myself, and ask myself, why do I do this to myself?, Because we have to get along. Because if I myself, can't get along with myself, how will I ever get to know myself. And its satisfying to think, that no matter whoever may turn against me, and wherever it may happen, I myself am there myself as a witness. Knowing that I will never lose myself, Knowing that no matter what life brings, I will always be able to stand, by myself... |