Understand
Who am I? Behind these words. Digits in a computer network. Scratches on a
piece of paper. These words were never mine. They are torn from my mind. I
don't now if they are mine. DO they reflect me or the reality that I am in, or are they
just images that I have seen in passing. Are they who I am or more a foil to world
outside. I create these words in my mind twisting until they are right. Yet they do
not fit anything that I have seen or remember except for in my dreams. Yet, It feels
like it is more going into my experiances. I write what comes to me, whether it
makes sense or not, helps someone. For my opnion is even if I do not
understand what I am writing someone else might.
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