When Black fades to White

Life is Perspective
A way of seeing
And a way of acting
But the hole 
in which I see 
through is slowly
    shrinking. 

I am fading away
from the way that
         I am.

And by that I mean,
away from the way
     you see me.

I am not what you
     see me as. 

      I am me. 

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