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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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