cover my self in it
hide behind or under it
dress my self
paint my face
mask
..
then one day
it goesit's gone
worse .. you see it gone
there in front of you
below you
above you
piled
in its destruction
as you stand there in it
under it
in the shock of its goneness
my stuff that made me me ..
and now i am destroyed .. .
who am i really
?
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