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Where do I end

Well maybe I should be asking where do i begin?

Where do I go

Maybe I should be asking where I have been?

In hindsight I think I’ve seen it all

But outside of my comfort zone I’ve seen nothing at all

 

Who am I?

25 years and I still don’t know

Still a small fish, big pond, trying to figure out how to grow

I’m guessing, I grew too soon, and I knew too little

Appearing tough but I’m ever so brittle

 

Who is he?

I don’t know, staring in the mirror there is no connection

He’s come a long way but I fear it’s been a waste of a trip

He is trying to stop his existence from being just another blip

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