When listening to the inner voice we may become confronted with ourself. We may come to see that at all we are not so easy to understand, neither by ourselves nor by others.
Who are we for ourselves and for others?
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I am difficult to understand,
I am bitter to enemies,
I am better to friends.
I am always smiling around,
Even though I am angry inside.
I am confused,
And can ask you confusing things.
All I am sure of is,
I am living, not existing,
I am joyous, I am dancing,
I am reading, I am singing,
I am full of energy,
I am helping, I am a bit selfish,
I go an extra mile to make you happy.
And now, I am reminding myself of who I am.
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