Identify
Oldage is a state of mind
Old as the civiliazation of humanity
Old as the first lies told by lucifer
Old as sarliver
That is how old Identity is
I have lost my sense of belong
The sense of believing in words
The sense of having faith in love
The sense of knowing what is wrong, what is good and what is acceptable
Untill i became senseless for not having a sense to my path in life
I am a victim
A victim who once never had a choice
A victim who was once brutally robbed
A victim of identity thief
This is not just how I feel but this is how victims of abuse feel
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