So many things the soul can perceive, so many things that the mind can’t comprehend, so little things consciousness can express

How is it that I feel so much and at that exact same time I can’t feel at all. As if I had this treasure that just keeps leaking from my hands when I try to keep it. 

Weird dreams, the ghosts from the past keep haunting me as if they try to punish me for sins I didn’t commit on purpose. 

Do I own myself 

What am I 

What part of me is really me and what will stay here and rot when I die 

Please don’t haunt me anymore, I’m trying my best.

Am I? 

Am I enough? 

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