"Who are you?" A question that I ask myself when I look in the mirror and at one point I knew the answer to the question, I once knew who I was. Today I can barely recognise the eyes staring back at me. Who am I?
When I close my eyes, I find myself walking down a poorly lit hallway lined with pictures forming a collage that depicts what I think is supposed to be my life but I can't recognise the person in the pictures. The pictures are unfocused, scarred, incomplete. I can make no sense of what I see.
I see pain in one picture, sadness in another, revenge, anger, they are all pictures. I see joy, happiness. I see love. But that is the most scarred picture of them all. Tattered. Torn. A picture of loneliness.
Who am I? Do you know?
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