I never get to know who I am
Perhaps lost, a dreamer, a madwoman…
I never truly know who I am.
I am like a… what? I do not know.
Even as I write, I contemplate,
Who am I?
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Everything has meaning — synonyms, antonyms,
But what am I?
What word best defines me?
Perhaps lost, a dreamer, a madwoman…
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Or is the word yet unwritten?
What role do I play in this vast tale?
What is it that I truly desire?
Are these desires my own,
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Or simply fleeting distractions of time?
Who shall I be known as?
And when I am gone,
What will the world whisper of me?
A skeptic, a mystery,
Or just another soul — ordinary, passing by?
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Shaixa
Literature student with a passion for writing and aesthetics. I love crafting stories that resonate and inspire, blending creativity with beauty in every word. Join me on this journey of imagination and expression!
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