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Oh me myself my presence, where are you,
Missing my inner, incompleteness my whole my few.
I heard you were here some life before,
But unable to refind you anymore..

I am purely me.
Not sensitive nor angel, i am me, not my thinking,
That's the true lie and the happening,
After the end before the begning.
Oh me listen my superficial my core,
Sometimes echoes get impure...

I am in search of myself just to see,
What i am why i am what is Me ?
I want to feel meet myself
Its depth its dimension its very extent,
And everytime when i reach my limits of eternity,
Something awakes me aware me..

This something is difference,
May be nothing like everything,
Its the land the freedom
the distance the spirituality
the beliefs the Destiny
leading the lagging,
That limits my unlimitedness...

Myself want to change my unchange
It want my begning from my endless end.
Myself also want to write the unwrite...
It want to feel to touch the vacuum,
to speak to hear the Silence,
But everything like nothing or nothing like everything,
Stops me aware me awake me,
And make my search unsearched...