I am nothing outside of myself,
And I am everything.
Maybe I have forgotten the line,
I have left myself behind.
Outside of myself,
And inside of my head, inescapable.
Mysterious mysteries is a repeated redundancy,
And so am I.
I am nothing inside of myself,
But I am everything.
My face is your face and it is beautiful,
We are together and we are not.
I am an antithetical statement,
Everything and nothing.
I am nothing but myself.
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