Sometimes I think
I know myself,
within, without,
beyond all sense
of who I am,
beyond all sense
of knowing.
And yet I stand
reminded when
hidden memories
call, that I am always
more than this;
the me perceived
so small.
I know myself,
within, without,
beyond all sense
of who I am,
beyond all sense
of knowing.
And yet I stand
reminded when
hidden memories
call, that I am always
more than this;
the me perceived
so small.
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