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I. First person. Self absorbed. I, a pronoun of expression or possession. But, Who am I? I, a self indulgent specimen Or generous consort. No, I am an egotist - maybe. I, who performs a good deed Not for the others benefit, But for acknowledgment. I, who is misunderstood Yet is revered. I, wistfully full of gratitude. A painting? More like a canvas, Ready to be smothered. In charcoal ashes or roseate petals. I the opposite of a dreamer. Or maybe the master of a self created illusion. I raise questions and look for answers. Who am I?
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