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I am she
I am her
I am me

She wanders this life as a blind woman who pretends to see. Trying while dying to understand the maze set before. There are experts among her she dare not ask for they will only slow her down. She needn't waste time for this life is about pleasure not pain, joy not sorrow. Yet how do we learn joy if not from sorrow & pleasure if not from pain? Blind, dumb & mute is what she uses to describe herself. Feeling them pass her by she wants to learn but feels so juvenile in her ability yet her soul is as old as dust. Deep & scarred are her emotions as wounded animal finding help. What is the meaning of this moment she crys. I want to learn to overcome but these waves drown me every time.