An endless question mark


I am what i am 

Made by bone, flash and blood. 

I am what i am

With heart, soul and emotion. 

I am what i am

A mind filed with passion, a life full of hope

Would you accept me as I am?


I question my existence, as I also question yours. When i stop to think about us, i have then realize that “us” is a question mark that never going to end

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