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You ask me who I am
I'm proud to say
No longer can I answer
With contrived responses to fill your expectations

Fear does not well up, that I am not enough
No need to hide emptiness
When I've been filled to the brim
Uncovered, I have been

Released from pretense and pleasantries
I don't need
To be
Anything
More

I already am
Ironically, I can never be more

I am a treasured jewel.
I am a masterpiece.
I am a mirror.
I am a gift.

I am everything
I'm supposed to be
Already
Won't you meet me here?