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I am me. I am the sum of all the things I think are me.
I am also what other people think of me.
Because without them, I would be comparable to nothing.

I am the sum of my self-awareness.
I am what makes me, me.
I am my clothes, my room, my thoughts, my friends, my interactions between the everything physical.

I am me.
You are you.
But without you (others).
I am nothing. (Because I have nothing to compare myself with.)

And when I die, my consciousness will stretch to fill the void that is unthinking.
I will become the air, the void.
Incapable of concrete thought.
Only thinking of thinking. How abstract.
We all end up there.
And there, we will dream.
Until we wake up again, and the cycle is complete.
I love you