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Sep 2018
Identity is a trial being fought out in the courtroom of the mind.

Weary eyes and documents held high.

The two attorneys in endless controversy;

fear and hope.


A booming voice echoes in halls of mahogany;

”My dear jury, I present to you the latest self-evaluation from the world of man!”

And all to answer a question that never needed an answer;

”Am I enough?”
Written by
Anton Stonelake  27/M/Sweden
(27/M/Sweden)   
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