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“Who am I, when all I’ve ever believed myself to be, is fading before my very eyes?
Am I still me, or just a shadow of what I used to be?
Was I just an illusion that lived only in my head?
Did I paint myself as something more than I really am?
And with all these changes in my life�
What will be left of the woman who dreamed her dreams?
When all the colors that she wrapped herself with� are slowly being stripped away�

Copyright © Eeva Lancaster”