I am this, I am that
I am half, I am full
I am difficult, I am easy
I am you, I am me
My wishes blend into each other
They take the shape of a bigger plan
They run after my instincts
And, without my knowledge,
I submit myself to the occasion
I become someone else
Someone less like my aware-self
More of an offshoot of my imagination
My contradictions run in plenty
They build me up
They tear me down
They teach me lessons
Some speak to me - all the time
Some deny my existence - all the time
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