Exstinction
Myself is not there,
but buried, deep within turmoil, and pain.
At risk of losing all,
by not digging deep, to find self, all again.
Meantime, me a stranger poses,
taking the place, of the original person, inside.
Whom on my behalf,
acts in a role, to shield others, what I, will hide.
Me not helping,
having to stop, from causing, the end to near.
Before I know becomes,
the actual outcome, of which, I then will fear.
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