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Why do we let how others see us
define us?

I did that once.
But that man died long ago
when he left me for her.

How he changed so much
that I couldn’t see myself
like he used to reflect me.

And now I realize that
I don’t know who I am anymore.

I’m looking for someone else
to fill the space he left,
this hole in my heart.

I’m searching for a definition,
the meaning for my life
apart from loneliness.