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Confronting The Caregiver: On Delusion and Comfort

Why do I rely on archetypes to decide
What meaning I'll find in this ride called life?

Is it because I don't know thyself
Or am I just afraid to look inside?

An ounce of self-awareness
for a pound of petty pride
I'd make this trade in an instant...
Or would I? -- or would I?

Addicted to this dalliance
With self-delusion
forced excavation of my talents
Leads to naught but confusion

Where do I fit?
How did I get here?
In a world so warped
Will the answer ever become clear?
Written by Everyday_Author (Randall)
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Author's Note
I don't know what I'm good at or who I am. I've been so concerned with escaping my pain that I feel I fit nowhere.
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