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Gosh, it feels so selfish, 
All this stuff about oneself is like standing in a gallery full of selfies, saying, “Oh wow, look it’s me!” 
Smile and say cheese, oh please! 
How much more juice will you squeeze, hasn’t this cow been milked dry? 
Stop asking why, instead, ask what’s next? 
Deflect from this worn subject, embark on a new project. 
Let’s be objective, and a little less reflective. 
How will we gain a new perspective if our gaze is in the mirror? 
We’ve polished it enough, but it’s not getting any clearer. 
This is all there is, but this is really enough. 
It isn’t that rough
It’s just a bit uncomfortable, 
Feels tough moving forward, but it’s your reflection that’s in the way. 
There are more dimensions to you than this mirror could ever convey. 
It would be dismayed at how much it cannot know, thus cannot show you. 
It’s always in the past. 
That reflection always arrives last. 
So, come let’s cast the mirror to one side and see the unknown. 
You already know you. 
You have indulged enough in self-loathing and self-soothing, 
Giving your ego a massage, and then a bruising. 
It’s a suffering awash in privilege, 
The root of it all was valid, but these flowers are getting excessive. 
Imagine what could be imagined! 
Isn’t that more impressive? 
Help right some new wrongs.
Stop writing personal possessives. 
It’s obsessive, bordering on oppressive.
Crawl out of the recesses of your mind.
It’s time to draw a line in your grey matter. 
Honestly assess if what you say matters.

Come on now…

You’re corroborating reveries
These fragments of correlating energies
They’re just memories of memories.

I’m sure you already know, 
I’m fragile, and the cracks are beginning to show.

I think… I think it is time you let me go.

Kind regards, 
your ego