my self.
I look into mirrors
I search for things I don't even see in myself
I look into mirrors
And hope that I'm looking at my "self"
Who am I really
Do I exist even
What am I, maybe?
See I lost that power
My sense of knowing (what or who am I?)
I'm split in two like that crack
Or am I, that crack...
Am I that flaw in something so perfect
a world so "perfect"
A flaw that can't be fixed
A flaw so powerful to question one's "self"
A split in two (into) personalities
..I AM or..AM I?
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