There lives in me an other me,
A different me who couldn't be me
He lives in me,
But is still not me.
He is not shy like me,
Nor is he a weakling like me.
He in his hands wield power that amazes me,
A power that can change my life for me.
Like a hibernating bear he sleeps in me,
Waiting for the time to come out of me.
And when he does come out of me,
I will be a different me,
An other me..
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