A Crisis

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Who

Am I?

Their is no mirror

No reflection

I ask her who I am

She stays I am me

"Who am I?" I ask

"Someone beautiful!"

That didn't help

I ask the crowd who I am

They say I am nobody

Am I really... nothing?

Here on an island

Far away from Them

Alone with Her

And Controlled by The Crowd

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