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?
This poem is about:
Me
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