consumed in the moment I left myself and walked away,
enough I muttered as myself cried out to me.
enough belligerent calamity as reverbs of myself were cast in the shadows of departure.
I hastened my escape, knowing myself was in agony,
seeking to regain the wholeness once glorified within,
I left myself hoping to find a new me,
searching for and discovering what has been there from the beginning.
finding I was myself,
knowing I am myself,
I see myself!!
I unite with myself, once again,
I am forever what I am!
I live forever for what I dream,
I find myself in that dream,
I know me!!!
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So deep.