MY SELF

I killed so many versions of myself
So that i could breathe
So that I could live
Now I am no longer sure if
There is anything left in me,
That defines my true self
Yes I killed so many
Version of myself
That I am afraid one day,
I will run out of options...

This poem is about: 
Me

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