everything sits on a silver platter
the idea is simple,
laid out in plain black and white
what you need to do
is find out who you are
then your life is done
it's such a shame it takes a lifetime
just to figure out
you'll never know who you are
because you're constantly changing.
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whoa, I almost had another spelling error, I spelled Know as No, alas I caught it before the ever watchful eye of Brittany did gaze upon it!
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haha i caught it,, but you caught it before i looked at it.
ur lucky.
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"I Exist But Know Not Who I Am"
sorry, I just got done working on Philosophy. short and sweet, and that's what I love about your poems.
but do we ever truly figure out who we are? who are we really? what makes you, you? can you ever come to a definite answer? (I think Philosophy is now overtaking my life). such boggling questions.
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