The Identity Crisis

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In a dark room
In a crowded city
In a boat in the middle of the sea

I am in none of these situations

So why do I feel as if I'm more lost than I can ever be?

The face I see in a reflection is almost unrecognizable
Despite all of my memories

The voice that speaks with the shapes my mouth formulates is the melody of a mystery

I know who've I've been
I know who I dream of becoming

So why am I stuck in a time-warped mis-shaped de-formed sense of identity?

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