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Blasphemy
I have been so distraught lately.
I'm not myself.
I'm hiding from myself that which defines me.
I am not myself.
There is a visitor.
His name is sorrow.
How do I know he won't be here tomorrow?
I'm not myself.
Where is that girl with the smile on her face?
There is no such girl in this unholy place.
This place is isolation!
Where am I?
This is treachery to all I know.
Who am I?
This is an everyday struggle.
To find what's mine to feel.
To see what's mine to see.
To understand that which defines us all.
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