Fate has it that I should live as an imposter.
Every breath is another death for the real me.
Each time I smile the backlog of tears rises.
Each noble gesture is a violent stroke against
The wall that separates me from the world.
If I had the strength, I would break down the wall
And consume the world like a passing breeze
That has no beginning and no end
Carrying with it all my fervor and all my love.
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