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My eye hurts. A terrible sting. Oh my. What is this thing?
I go to the mirror To look at my eye But as I get there I ask myself “why?”
But I look in the mirror. Only to see A black hole in my eye Engulfing everything.
My name fades first. Who am I now? I can be myself Without my name anyhow.
Next fades my work The work that I do. My work doesn’t make me. Work isn’t what separates me from you.
Next faded my family. Then went my friends. Sad, but okay. Because I am not them.
Next went my pleasures. The things that make me feel high But I am not them. They do not make me- I.
Than went my sad. My guilt, hate, and pain. Such a relief! They are not me, they are quite vain.
But what makes me who I am? I am not my name, my work, my pleasure or pain. I am not other people. But what makes me not the same?
Next my legs went away Into the black abyss. But am I my legs? My legs I will not miss.
Next went my arms My arms, they just disappeared. What do arms do? They don’t make me different, special, or weird.
Next went my body My torso, stomach, and hips. But I am not them. Them I will not miss.
Then went my face And also my neck But am I still me Without a face for people to see.
The only thing left was my brain Was that all I was, this pink hunk of flesh? Chemicals and signals Are all that is left
Who am I? Can I be just my brain? what makes it “mine”? Who owns my brain? Who is this “my”? Have I gone insane?
If all that I am is my brain, what is left of me to be “my”? What happens to me when my brain turns to dust? Am I conscious or just a chemical rush? Who am I? Maybe I am just.