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I feel afraid.
I look at the stranger in the mirror.
I touch their face, hair, neck, and hands, and still don't feel like it's me.
I feel like a soul, floating in a body that isn't mine.
This is how I'm perceived.
Everyday.
Until I die.
I'll lay in a grave, as a corpse, that was never truly me.
Living as someone else, dying without anyone knowing it's me behind here.
I'll be gone and people will only mourn the body and name they knew.
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I agree with most of what you've said. The stranger in the mirror is not the real you. You are a soul that perceives through your body. That body (but not you) will someday be in a grave (or cremated) and those left behind will not know the real you. The body will be gone and your persona will be mourned and missed. The real you will go on to a new adventure as a different character somewhere else for a while. You are on a journey to oneness, to perfection. One lifetime isn't enough. It's going to take a while.
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