Seeking real

sometimes I'm not sure who (or what) I am.
I find my self wondering whether the smile I bestow is genuine or whether I'm using it to my advantage.
I can't decide whether I am a father, a husband, a lover, a friend or a recluse. I guess i am all of there things but there are times when I know I'm acting and I wonder where real has gone.

alone

when I'm alone I realise how much i need to survive and who I am surviving for

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