Preservation

I cannot live without many things

I need food to keep on going

I need air and lungs to keep on breathing

I need peace to keep on resting

 

The need that all aspire

They look to admire

If I lost my indentity

I will just a empty entity

 

I would not live without my face

This poem is about: 
Me

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