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May 2018
it's odd, isn't it?
the more i lose myself in my head
the less i know about the real me

how can it be
that the most intrinsic thoughts in my mind
drift so far away from the person i am?

my mind is unfinished
i am unfinished
ramblings of a tired soul
Written by
emrys
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     Fawn, Salmabanu Hatim and Wordmancer
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