Like. The sentence before. Me
I am. Missing something.
My being lacks a verb
Doing words exist in my mind
But in doing so they are conquered
Of their title and escape
From nowhere but my lips.
I am
Eternally searching for an outlet
Yet, forever finding fuel which
Feeds a flameless fire .
I am
A burning mind surrounded
By cold yet
I am
Separate from my condition
I am
Whatever I chose
I AM WHAT I AM
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Comments
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We are what we are. We cannot change who we really are under the surface. Great write.


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:)
Very nice


