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A Conversation on Identity and Derealization
Who am I?
What?
I don’t recognize my face,
even though I see it everyday. Can I truly be myself,
If I don’t know who I am?
Are you okay?
I don’t know who I am, I don’t know if I ever did. I’ve lived in this body for all of these years, but I don’t know who I am.
You’re who you’ve always been..
Who have I always been?
Yourself? Why are you saying all these things..?
I don’t feel like myself, I don’t even know what that feels like. I feel like I’ve invaded a body and life that isn’t my own, yet I’ve always been here.
I’ve been here too.
What?
I’ve been here too.
Oh yeah, I guess you have.
I know you’ve always been here, because I’ve been here too. You’ve changed a lot, but you’re still the same person I’ve always known.
Am I?
Yeah.
How can you know me better than I know myself?
Isn’t that how friends work?
Yeah.. I guess it is.
Published 16th May 2024
Author's Note
When you don’t feel real, but then you have a tender moment with a friend, and you’ve never felt so human.
(I know I’ve been posting a lot of these conversation type works, but they make me feel happy for some odd reason.)
(I know I’ve been posting a lot of these conversation type works, but they make me feel happy for some odd reason.)
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7th Aug 2024 1:39am
A lot of truth put fourth in this piece. And a writing style that invites the next line to be read.
