I am not the one who was,
I do not fit in these shoes
(They are too small,
they cramp my toes).
She isn't who I am,
But nor am I, it would appear.
They were the bearings on my compass,
Which still points North -
though I've proof of that no longer.
I am, it seems,
In actual fact.
But not.
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