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Apr 2021
Who am I?
Who am I really?
I don’t understand what I used to see so clearly.

What am I?
What am I becoming?
For I have wounds that are no longer numbing.

Where am I?
Where am I headed?
I feel like I am what I’ve always dreaded.
Been too long since I’ve written anything, glad to be back.
Written by
Regan  F/Portsmouth, UK
(F/Portsmouth, UK)   
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