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Do you ever just feel, Not as in if you’re hurt, Or something. But as if you’re… Another–? Another being? Crazy, isn’t it? The feeling of being another entity. I mean– You’re yourself, far as one can see. To them you’re there– The eyes, nose, ears, lips But in your mirror, That image in your head flips. Devoid. A black, empty void. Your body feels numb. Static in the arms, the mind. Consuming from the inside out. It swallows hope, it swallows doubt. The mind divides, The conscience slides, Until it’s the one who defines. So tell me— When you look in the glass tomorrow, Who is the one blinking? Who is the one breathing?
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May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
Alter Ego
Do you ever just feel, Not as in if you’re hurt, Or something. But as if you’re… Another–? Another being? Crazy, isn’t it? The feeling of being another entity. I mean– You’re yourself, far as one can see. To them you’re there– The eyes, nose, ears, lips But in your mirror, That image in your head flips. Devoid. A black, empty void. Your body feels numb. Static in the arms, the mind. Consuming from the inside out. It swallows hope, it swallows doubt. The mind divides, The conscience slides, Until it’s the one who defines. So tell me— When you look in the glass tomorrow, Who is the one blinking? Who is the one breathing?
I genuinely had no better title for this-- [May 7, 2026]
#impostor#bipolarpersonalitydisorder
Lucienne
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Lucienne
14/F
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
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