My true I
I never understood
Until a turning point Seemed
I long searched with eyes closed
An error I
I stand in front
A reflection occurs
Weak Trying in desperation create something
Whitout results I crush
Thousand me
One way I choose
When I raise my eyes
Slowly I go
The real me I finally see Inside myself
protected from the unknown
So rare In my heart,
One's true identity
Zana Haji Hashi aka Xalimo Gaab
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