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Jul 2016
Sometimes we lose ourselves
and borrow different identities,
sometimes we fall apart
and embrace new ideologies.

Sometimes we lose our voice
and everything drifts away
we act as we somehow forget
that everything’s built on our choice.

Sometimes we forget who we are
that there’s something of higher importance
which should make us feel clear and right,
but sometimes our vision gets blind.

Sometimes we question ourselves,
end up by borrowing different selves,
because sometimes we lose our trust
and become as vanished as dust.

Sometimes we torture ourselves
with wrong thoughts and unreal dreams
we get caught in something I’d call
the one’s self abandonment act.
Ralou Babiss
Written by
Ralou Babiss  Berlin
(Berlin)   
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