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a poem that's not necessarily me, but look at it and wonder, am i the same?
I confess that though my life,
I always acted very strange,
Feeding off my personal strife,
And standard thought I’d derange.
I am the creator, I am the beast,
I go and starve,
I eat my feast,
I do my duty,
I slowly drain,
My body aches from constant pain.
My mind is where I am to drown,
Head in the stars,
Feet on the ground,
And as far as I travel,
And whatever the cost,
I will gain that true glory,
Or my soul will be lost.