who am i

After all that life stuffs, I lay on my bed, looking straight to my drawings and asked them, “who am i??”
They told me, “if u don’t know who you are, then how can we know who we are?
We are created by you at your instincts, so we are you, ur reflection.”
I watched them more closely… saw me of a hundred days back in their eyes… I wonder how beautifully they are telling my story…

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