If I ever were to lose myself,
THIS is how it'd feel.
Flat.
Like paper is flat.
My hands continue their work,
no longer directed by my soul.
A major shift is taking place,
I recognize this.
But the work I have done is slowly crumbling.
MySELF is no longer leading.
If I were to lose mySELF,
Yes,
this is how it'd feel.
I hope I don't lose.
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