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Oct 2021
Is it really, us?
Who are we?

The neurons, molecules, atoms...
What makes us us?

Where does the cosmos end?
Where do we begin?

What defines me
What is my 'self'?

It begins with the love,
The feeling of being,
The experience of existence,
The exploration of life.

The essence of the self,
Is in the presence of the life.

Its not who we are,
Its who we are not.

It's not what we get,
It's about what we give to life.
Written by
ThatBrokenOne  22/M/Netherlands
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