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I am not who I am When I become aware of myself For then I am that object on display Taken in hand examined aware of that... ... Dustless spot now seen on that shelf I am not who I was When I first accepted the reflection As not just a physical representation But a cover to show and hide behind ... .....for protection I am not who I saw The next time I chanced a glance I was an ad mix -  a duality Clenched in a fierce battle or maybe a dance I am not who I found Looking back at me in that mirror Each and every time - through the years In order to see I had to get ..nearer and nearer I am not who I believed When I first knew I had lied to myself For at that moment I became That dust-free spot seen on the shelf I am not who I remember As the years pile up behind As  each must don glasses in order to view The physical changes  each shares in kind But I am who I always was in my mind When I first became aware of myself Then as now and forever more I am me ... That blank and dustless spot That's left upon the shelf When I lift up that object... .... that memory That trophy ...to be dusted off So that then the details will show As I really truly.. ....look at me like no one else Ever could...ever would.... ever can .... and really see me That's who I am I am not ....who I was when I first... ..... became aware Of my own reflection
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
Spot on...
I am not who I am When I become aware of myself For then I am that object on display Taken in hand examined aware of that... ... Dustless spot now seen on that shelf I am not who I was When I first accepted the reflection As not just a physical representation But a cover to show and hide behind ... .....for protection I am not who I saw The next time I chanced a glance I was an ad mix -  a duality Clenched in a fierce battle or maybe a dance I am not who I found Looking back at me in that mirror Each and every time - through the years In order to see I had to get ..nearer and nearer I am not who I believed When I first knew I had lied to myself For at that moment I became That dust-free spot seen on the shelf I am not who I remember As the years pile up behind As  each must don glasses in order to view The physical changes  each shares in kind But I am who I always was in my mind When I first became aware of myself Then as now and forever more I am me ... That blank and dustless spot That's left upon the shelf When I lift up that object... .... that memory That trophy ...to be dusted off So that then the details will show As I really truly.. ....look at me like no one else Ever could...ever would.... ever can .... and really see me That's who I am I am not ....who I was when I first... ..... became aware Of my own reflection
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
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