I look in the mirror. See someone reflected. I believe it is me yet have no proof.
And worse, I am not certain of who “me” might even be.
I’ve never been at ease with the nothingness.
The amorphous unknown from which we come and to which we go.
I look in the mirror. See someone reflected. I believe it is me yet have no proof.
And worse, I am not certain of who “me” might even be.
I’ve never been at ease with the nothingness.
The amorphous unknown from which we come and to which we go.
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