What it is?
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Hey it's me I wish I could know myself but I can't ✨️
What it is?
A poem about a feeling which is present in all of us or may be in me only
It is a part of me which I can't detach from myself no matter how badly I want it to get away I can't help it
But somehow on the other side I'm also scared if I lose this part of me then I'm going to lose myself 🦋
Just being lost in dilemma of what truly it is🍀?
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