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I see myself. I am tall, I am fair, I have blue eyes, I have brown hair, I am beautiful, Or am I? I hear myself. I listen closely to my angelic voice, I cherish others saying how perfect I am, Why am I speaking to myself? Why am I seeking someone else’s sound? Am I not enough? I feel myself. I tremble at the melodious beating of my chest, Why doesn’t it ever stop? Why aren’t I the happiest among all? Something does not feel correct, Am I not perfect anymore? I feel my heart skip a beat. What treacherous sorcery is this? Who could inflict such harm upon me? Why am I no longer loved? Do you not like me? I know myself, Am I me? Am I you? Or am I both? Am I God? Or am I just a speck of someone else’s thought? Am I both? I me myself. I am you. I am me. I am one and I am all. I am the One above all.