I am
I feel different person since when I forgot who I am, I don't imagine the things I want to do since I forget who I am but the only one left behind things to do is to ruin myself and once I do it I turned back to who I am and that's my cycle. Cycle that can't be drawn into a circle, nor to be read or to be spelled. But it's become visible when I do the wrong path and that wrong path lead me to the right path, and that's my life running thru circle, doing the good and mess it up.
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