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stranger,that is me, myself.
who was I?,I don't know , who am I?, I don't know, "change" baffles me, what I have given to myself? I don't know? what I do want from myself? do I know? what I would like to give myself? I want to know. Is it possible to know oneself ? with life constantly changing its faces. leaving hollowness in an unknown myself.....
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