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I am me, but I am not
Inside of me, is another me
I believe this other me, is also me
This me has slumbered for a long time
I think this me is also me, or maybe the real me
This me seems to be me, but am I me?
What is I? What is me? Can this me inside be me?
I cry when I think of this me inside, as if it’s been lost for a time
I shudder when I look at the me outside, like the me inside should be outside
I scream when I see this outside me, as if the inside me is what I am to be
Maybe this is just a phase, only a delusion, a depressive episode of grand intrusion
Why do I feel this surmounting pain? This me inside feels pain and sorrow so ingrained
Maybe this me inside could be outside? What me is me? What I is I?
I am me, but I am not

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