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On these days at home, I am left with only myself. How blank everything feels when you can’t live in the world around you. The calmness unsettles me. There are no expectations to be vibrant and eventful.
I smile, I laugh and I cry, but who am I? I eat, I walk and I jump, but who am I? I dance, I sing and I sleep, but who am I? I talk, I shout and I bath, but who am I?
I'm sorry For, I know it has been awhile And throughout that time life went on its ways whether wide or maybe narrow The paths I've taken, the things I've experienced
I am enigma,