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some ink sketches part 1

confusionI'm feeling out of place because of what I see doesn't comply with what others see, in me. 
My twisted senses wrongfully convince me that the reality we experience is authentic. But when I look in the mirror I see something that doesn't belong here. We've been given the wrong tools, but we keep going.
Isn't it ironic? Oh, to be challenged by something that was supposed to help us.
lost - I'm lost. I follow blindly a direction that I believe will take me someplace. Though I can't see the destiny. Something is pulling me back and I'm not sure whether it's to occupy or protect me... But it surely feels like somebody is trying to rip me apart. I clench my teeth and try to keep my head up in an attempt to keep breathing. Shall I return, is it the wrong path? Or is your intention to show me what we already left behind?
illusionist - crossing paths with you feels like an illusion. Why would you stop me anyway? You greet me like an old friend - meanwhile, I don't know your name. Neither do you, but that doesn't seem to concern you. "We happened to be here whereas we could have been anywhere else, in a world, in which we believed to be all alone, isn't it reason enough?" I hear a lot of questions, but you make sure that no answer is right. You give a different one, every single time. I don't doubt you, though. I don't know why.
identity - You seem familiar - though aren't we all made from the same matter? Shouldn't this feeling be mutual? I look at you uncertain whether what I see is you or myself. But it's alright. I accept the fact that we have something in common, and I welcome you as a part of myself that I didn't get to know, just yet.
Long missing parts will not be found, not within ourselves.
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some ink sketches part 1
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some ink sketches part 1

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