Questions
What is real?
Why must I ask?
Who am I really?
I just see a mask
I define my reasons
I search through my past
I see why I’m here
But will this truth last?
No more being used
No more denial
No more self-abuse
Will this just last a while?
Questioning something
Questioning me
Questioning nothing
Now I see
Nothing is real
I’ve nothing to ask
I’m only here
I make my own mask
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