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Nov 2020
self discovery,
is a strange path
a winded one

its hard to grasp
and will escape your fingers
at any possible chance it has

why is it that
the true version of yourself
tries so hard to get away

skewed by society
warped by our own reality

perhaps our real selves,
aren't real at all

how do i tell
who is the real me
with questions from me, to me x
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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