What it's like to be me,
With all my trivial, selfish thoughts,
And activities.
Not to say that I ever think,
Of how what I do,
Affects my loved ones and enemies,
And even you,
Like when you're not around and I'm not alone,
And it's like I was never born,
Into the life you are accustomed to,
And from which I wish I was torn,
But only sometimes, alright?
The rest of the time I am blessed,
And only because I can walk away,
And get a better look and assess.
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