A poem I wrote many years ago at the tender age of 16 wne the world was becoming clearer.

I am not my mirror reflection,

I do not seem what I am,

Tell me where is my connection,

With a world that doesn't give a damn.

One of the many minds,

That looks but does not see,

Reality, thinking.....

One of those minds is me.

The End

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