But I'm just a chameleon, a mould, a lump of clay - shapeless. There's nothing in me. I'm a duller copy of those around me, a stamp with not enough ink. Who am I? I can't tell if I'm who others make me, or who I make myself to be, or someone who isn't me, but someone else entirely and someone I actually am.
Shapeless
Aug 18, 2021
Garoor
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i know this feelings, but we are something, we are a copy and in we way, a singular, we think and make we way to fall on madness
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