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[aid] => mick
[title] => Who Am I Now?
[time] => 2004-07-08 22:59:40
[hometext] => Lately, as it seems I'm moving past a certain part of my life, I'm confused as to what I am without it. So I wrote this.
[bodytext] => It seems I've lost myself along this twisted path. It seems what I was is now gone, and what I will be I just can't see. All I was, has withdrawn. And it seems despite these days I can't move past this present. And it seems despite my prayers to me I'm clearly translucent. Who am I? Where did I go? I lost myself in the encroaching shadow of pain, just as it seemed I had found myself again. Who am I? Where did I go? I blindly look for my identity apart from a razor at my side. I deafly listen for the answer as to what now will be my guide. And I scream silently for someone to hear these premortem calls for answers. If only my eyes could see, my ears hear, my heart hope beyond these glimmers. Who am I? Where did I go? I lost myself in the encroaching shadow of pain, just as it seemed I had found myself again. Who am I? Where did I go? It seems these changes have wrought in me time to set these dreams afire. It seems these thoughts have shown me how much more life my parts desire. Eagerly searching, seeking, longing to find my purpose. Life just taken step by step, leaving the path of the wandering aimless. Who am I? Where did I go? I lost myself in the encroaching shadow of pain, just as it seemed I had found myself again. Who am I? Where did I go? Everything now so unrecognizable, the shimmering winds of change still blow. I still have to fight to stay afloat, fight against this too strong undertow. Pray time will show what my eyes can't see, pray someday my vision will clear. Pray for the day where I stand unafraid, when what I'd become brings a tear. And I don't know who I am any longer. All I know is where I've been. I don't know what will become of me, but I guess here is where I shall begin. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 61 [informant] => waos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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