The more I find myself, the more of you I lose.

The more I find myself,

The more of you I lose.

The more self assured I am within,

The less assured I am out.

But I am more assured without.

Without human.

Without life.

Without.

 

Within is full, rich and safe.

Without is quiet.

With,

is distracting, interrupting,

confusing.

The more I find myself within,

The more out of sync I become with out.

When I am in sync with out,

I am lost within.

 

I am capable of being in sync with out,

But losing myself is the price I pay for you.

You being human,

and your human life.

 

I feel like I am losing myself,

in order to find myself.

Myself being who I became to be human.

But myself,

being not human,

is looking to become.

 

The more I find myself,

The more of you,

I lose.

 

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