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“I Am Enigma”



His history feels like a dream


So real he can feel it.




his Jests are confused for truths


 his truths for fictions.




His beliefs change with the wind


His core is an oak.





He’s committed to love but loves many


Yet loves only one.




He’s a stable madman.



A violent pacifist




He’s a modest



A Walking contardiction



A realist, a dreamer.




He’s a social recluse



Leading the parade in his head.




He’s simple



He’s complex




 he’s an enigma



Even to himself.


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