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Identity Crisis

By MadelynE., Arlington, TX

What am I?
Not an infant
Not full grown
Still sleeping
Still dreaming
Who will wake me?
I know truth
I know reality
But I continue to sleep,
Eyes shut
So much promise
So much hope
So much trust
All thrown away
All gone now.
What am I?
You tell me
Because I don't know

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