WHO I AM

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I wake up in the morning
Not knowing who I am
I look in the morrior not looking
At myself
I can't stand the touch of my hands legs and my hair touching
Me
I can't understand people because of what I've been through
I cry when I can't understand why people treat me the way I do
I ask who am I
I don't even know myself anymore, I feel empty, confused, discusted,and disappointed... who am I is my question
Will I ever find out who I really am. I ONLY HAVE ONE PERSON TO TURN TO AND THATS GOD
WHO AM I???

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