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‘Split’

Not even sure who I have been

A stranger is now the person I was

Open in my closure I admit

That she is dead and I am alive

 

Soon I will find that memories and thoughts

May still linger somewhere inside

But what are they? – meaningless crap

Piled up in somebody else’s mind

 

And maybe the person that I am

Will someday die as well

Just to give life to a new

Creature of its kind

 

So if my mind keeps on changing

And twisting at times

If my heart’s pounding seems different every time

Then how can I guess and realise the truth about

Who or what am I?

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