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Want to Know Me

I want to know me. The way I know pain, nothing compares. I long to understand the reflection in the mirror. What makes me smile? How to make me laugh? What lies deep in my minds eye? But the reflection is fading into brief shadows. None of my questions answered. I know everything I am not, but I don't know...me.





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