I Am
And I’m so scared of this feeling I am uncertain is it real?
I Crafted my doubts and insecurities not to bother me
Call me the Renewed
I have become keen to find it
Light in every tunnel
Why so many changes?
What was executed to change the science of my uncertainties that lead my actions as a puppeteer?
concealed, hidden so deep
Pass the point of proliferation
But I’m molding and slicing them
They have dwindled away at the hand of their creator
I have dissected their mind and heart
They have no truth to grow from
I don’t own them anymore
I don’t know them anymore
I AM the sun that graces everyday
I AM my own happiness
I no longer have the potential to be, I AM
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