And I lost myself. Or found what I should have lost. While watching
myself sink deeper into the hole of perpetual in-existence and watching myself
sell my soul away, not to the devil but to his mere followers who crawl behind him like paralysed sheep in a vain attempt to earn his acceptance. And maybe people’s
influential abilities are not determined by their strength but by my weakness.
Maybe I never really lost myself, but I didn't have a self to begin with, and seldom
did I ever seek to find one identity, but in turn I allowed myself to be sucked
into the closest vortex around me. I always changed who I am. And maybe that is
because I am not. Maybe it is because I am absolutely nothing but a mirror of
what I wish to be.
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