self
duke spinelli

All memories inside my mind are seen through my eyes.
Felt by my soul. These feelings and visions are inside of me.
No one knows what they mean to me.

Seen only through my eyes. No one knows what these experiences
And feelings are to me. No one can ever experience what I have.
No one can understand.
No one can enter inside my mind to experience myself.
My memories
My desires
My feelings
My confusion
My love
My hate
My vulnerability
My ambitions
My importance
My existence
Myself

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