What am I?Mature

I didn't realise until that night
I breathe for you
I live for you

I realised then that nothing I am
Is me, myself
I

I am nothing but what he wants
What he wants and
What you want

I am nothing but everyone else
Slotted into me, my being
Made of you

And I don't know who I am but someone
Living for you feeling
Nothing for you

Forgotten already when I gave up my life
For you and them
All of you

The End

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