Self

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In search of self, my caravan embarked,
the mirage of aimlessness,
Hope was my companion.
In the path of life,
I was adrift,
The imprint of my footsteps guided my passage.
Lost in reality and intoxication,
This concern of mine is enchanting, captivating, and deceitful.
Complaints, defeats , and solitude tormented me
I am a crime,
I am a criminal in this court of my soul."

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