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who am I really

I sometimes stare myself in mirror trying to figure out who I am...am I the daughter..a sister...a friend..a lover...a companion...

But no I truly see a creature. A creature bonded by a rope around the neck..

Rope of expectations...emotions...

A rope that is too suffocating!!!

It's so suffocating like there is no oxygen left in atmosphere...everyone is just airing you out for their need of oxygen...so much need for attention..for expectations...that there is no you left in the end!!!

You are just breathing to give them oxygen...but all there  is left in you in pure sight of carbon!!!

You are grasping yourself for just MG of oxygen of yourself which I believe is very selfish!!!

Because there is no greater achievement in human form to be living as an oxygen for others.. but somehow when you come out grasping for oxygen yourself is it really your achievement 🤔 

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