(I looking at looking me)
I pull at me's skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, why I would do that to we. *the mark on my soul slowly disappears* Me looks at I standing outside our reflective shell and shakes my head at I, me wondering why I cannot love me more than I already tries to do. @ I feel the fingers of darkness, rapping bony phalanges on the blade of me's shoulder. I shudder as me looks around for this specter. *tap, tap, tap, tap* Me has seen I in many different stages of life - naked, crying, happy, confused, sad, joyous - and there's nothing a muted me can do but stare at I. @--- I love winter because, when me stands in the sun, I feel the warmth and willingly let me absorb the distant, life giving, bright reflective on our skin. *this specific heat makes me feel young and alive* Me's eyes burn when I stands in the sun, but me knows if I does not, then me will never feel it or see I's lonely shadow standing next to me on the ground. @---, Sometimes I forget about me by putting they first, constantly, and I and me, the we, disappear into the passing days as I begin to lose touch with me. *a soft echo comes from somewhere* Me watches I whenever me can because me knows I better than anyone, which says a lot about me. Me has been with I, the us, just as long as God has. @---,-- I let it in, a feminine she, me's intrigue - her, and know, by the end of time to time, her will lock with me, I into she, we inside us, invisible. *a waning light projects shadows on dark walls* When me encounters her, objective, I entangle she, subjective, and discover an its, possessive, that us never knew until we combined personal pronouns. @---,---- I observe the world's gaps, tiredly avoiding, but there are not but so many rocks me can kick before I decide to move on and carry me away. *the sound of a shoe sole scrapping asphalt* Me tries to love I more when me thinks I is about to break, when all me wants is for I to have added trust in me's journey that only I can take. @---,----; If I think about me too long, then I start to question me because I do not know if the inner me is completely fulfilling the outer I or if... *my mirrored doppelgänger taps back* ...the outer me is really satisfying the inner I because nobody knows I better than me or listens to me better than I, together a combined we and us. @---,----;----- When I look at other people's me, I wonder if my me looks at other people's I's and sees their they's like we see our ours? *somewhere, a me scratches an I's head* Me enjoys when I looks at other people's me's because we, collective us, can see the intent of their, collective they and them's, heart. ;----,---@ I enjoy spending time with me, even when me has had enough with I, because, in our darkest hours, we, I and me, are the only army us, me and I, have. *a flutter, as an I stirs a me* The first time me saw I, me knew I would push forward when me needed a break and I had energy or when I was tired and me was not giving up. ----,---@ We, I and me, sometimes are at odds, but, we, I and me, end up forgiving one another because we, I and me, come from similar stardust. *a me forces an I to smile* Us, me and I, likes to feel the natural while us, me and I, conjugates together peaceful while us, me and I, embraces the unknown of our bliss. --,---@ I likes to talk to me and, sometimes, me talks back to I even though I do not want to hear what me has to say to I, viewpoint considering. *I puts hands in pockets, me moves fingers in them* Me listens when I talks but sometimes I does not like what me has to tell I because us knows we better than I or me would like to admit. ,---@ The feminine she that I look at, her smiles back at me, and me knows that her's she intrigues I, and she's her reciprocates that to I's me. *my heart - pitter patter, pitter patter* When I is near she, me can see her for everything she is to I, and me feels like I have known her for years though they or them cannot see she like us. ---@ One day, I will be a ghost, and me's memories will be left behind with hers or his, times when we took moments to fully enjoy the us that... *I releases a tear - me wipes it away* ...me and I were when us or we reflected together and conquered the world, us hiding from the evil they or them sent to I, he, she, me, him, and her. @ I remember she, me her, we us, he she, her him, holding onto that which made me feel alive, us together as we walk side by side because... *a beam of sunlight breaks the clouds* ...me knows that her reflects she, I reflect me, and they will try to make us forget about we, when them realizes that the projection crumbles, slowly. @---;----,----- * b l o o m * -----;----'---@ * w i l t * Can I exist without me, even when I lead me to believe that the unreal was real by making we believe that something happened when it did not? *lukewarm washes over I to me, we to us* Can me exist without I, even when me led I to believe that the real was unreal by making us believe something did not happen when it did? @---;----,----- * b l o o m * -----;----'---@ * w i l t * I confuse me clarifies I trusts me questions I convinces me doubts I loves me hates I finds me loses I thinks me forgets I discovered... *cold washes over me to I, us to we* ...me buried I smile me frowns I helps me hurts I carries me drags I pushes me pulls I digs me buries I reflects me mirrors I sees me saw I seen me see. @---;----,-----,----;---@ * l i f e * I will always be me even when me doesn't want to be I, and there's nothing me can do when I wants me to be I and accept the I with the me... *we, us, touches the mirror, together* ...and the me with the I even when the me in I sees the me for all the I is as the me pushes the I into the me and the me outside the I. I *reflect* me *reflect* I.
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