Who am I.

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All I ever felt was rage, until my rage wasn't warranted.

All I ever felt was sad, until my sadness wasn't individual.

All I ever felt was nothing, until my apathy wasn't captivating.

I've trapped myself in a lost identity.

Empty from everyone's expectations.

I don't know what to feel.

Tell me what to feel.

Because I've lost the ability.

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