I do not claim to be anything else than I will be.
Who am I, just that I yearn to be.
I pretended not to be me and I lost myself in my beings.
I wandered within myself, from one stranger to another.
I didn't go back to the one I pretended to be
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No pretendo ser nada más de lo que seré.
Quién soy, eso solo anhelo ser.
Pretendía no ser yo y me perdía en mis seres.
Divagaba en mi, de un extraño a otro.
No volví a ser aquél que pretendía.
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the found one
PoetryLost and found: This mind of mine is filled with his thoughts and my memories... This person I am is so close to me, but at times I cannot even feel my own presence. There is always an endless feeling of running away from me. I am a fool expecting...
