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I find I never really know what I'm talking about.
I never really know what I'm doing.
I'm always in my head, dreaming.
Even while awake.
Is that why none of this feels real? Is that why I can't connect?
Because I'm lost and I can't find my way back home.
Where is home? Is it myself? Or maybe it's you?
I'm not really sure you see.
I'm confused.
I'm scared.
Please help me.
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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...
