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    Me

    Who Am I,
    And where did I go?
    I close one eye
    And await your blow

    Where's my pride,
    I feel so weak,
    Although I've tried
    I dare not speak,

    My words have no meaning,
    When your heart is black,
    But I'm constantly dreaming,
    To get me back,

    Mirrors pass reflections of someone else,
    I only see rejections of what was once myself!

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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