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I am not what I am not

so you won't see what you don't see

about me.

You might feel disconnected,

dislocated, isolated-

in need of internal reflection.

So do not look outward

with your being on me.

Rather,

point your headlights

opposite.

Write and ride those vibrations

with no more

contemplation.

For I am worthy,

I mean some thing,

for I am different,

and I try for expression.

And though the comfort,

at times,

is lost-

I still have me.

I am what's left.

For,

in short-

all I ever had was me.

 

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Me
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