Falling Away From Myself

I reach for a hand

to keep from falling,

but then I realize

that it is my own hand

and I'm staring at my reflection,

and my fingers graze the glass,

leaving prints of my identity

as I fall, fall, fall

away from myself

This poem is about: 
Me

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