Depersonalization-derealization

Who am I?

Where am I?

Why don’t I recognise the face in the face in the mirror?

Is it my face?

Do I have big blue eyes, and rosy cheeks?

Are these my trembling hands, clutching at the edges of the skink?

Do I live in this small concrete box by choice?

Where am I?

Who am I?

-Violet

 

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