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I can't find who I am, between the neon lights and the ivy that crawls up my bedroom walls.
I know who I am, yet I've sat dissecting myself to the point I'm unrecognisable.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
