The poem. So here we are again with nothing going on, unable to move. It's like trying to do an impersonation of yourself. Specific words to describe it will diminish the experience, but you know what I mean. To get to who you really are, you have to somehow shatter the illusion of the you, the mirror mirage. Did anyone ever suggest to you a difference between poetry and prose? I wish I'd known that sooner.
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" To get to who you really are..."
That is.... if there is such thing as "you" to begin with.
PTFA! (I don't mean it rudely.)
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