It's gone

It's morning

It's just like any other day but yet somethings gone

What it is it?

Where is it?

Why can't it be found?!

It can't be gone

It's frustrating

Why can't it be found 

Where are you?!?!?!

It's afternoon

The thing is still missing

Yet this thing has a life of it's own

Yet this is one thing that is wanted 

In ones life you need this thing

It's night 

The thing has been found

This thing was my Identity 

It is what I need most 

Because without identity who am I really?

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