I wonder where I am

not me

the image of me is always present

but the me that actually exist

the perceived me, the complete me

I'm slipping away

no, not slipping

disappearing

gone

never there

I wonder where I am in this

maybe I never was

perhaps I just imagine myself complete at times

but I was never whole

never real

just the image

filled with filler

lies and fiction

I'm always here

and never here

I wonder where I went

if I ever could get back

or, come back

for the first time

I feel like the worm

thinking itself a part of the apple

when I'm just intruding in it

consuming it, destroying it from the inside

or maybe I'm the apple, thinking I'm part of the worm...

I don't know

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