The Unknown

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I am the one who is unknown

I am the one who is known

I am the one who is known to everyone

I am the one who is not known to himself

I am The Mystery


I hate holding them with my hands

I hate the fact that i want to love...but can't

I believe that love is the wind...unobtainable.

I believe that my love is my failure

I accept my life and live it


I am always myself

I am never anyone else

I am filled of hate

I am filled with joy

I am The Mystery





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