Image by 愚木混株 Cdd20 from Pixabay 

It’s fascinating, to even think
There are so many versions of me 
In others' minds, not known to me

Some might even be mere strangers to me
Is it not scary to think?
Or fascinating? perhaps both?

It’s thought-provoking to say the 
Even though I’m aware
That ‘that is not me’.

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