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Am I more a body than a mind, more a mind than a feeling, more a feeling than an experience, more an experience than a future? At times, I am all doubt and sometimes all peace. There are moments I live for and minutes I live for him. I live for next week and the hot bed I sleep in. I live for the afterward and the drifting soul. But some moments I am not just a mind, or a body, and when I am content with this time and reality and my knowledge doesn’t overpower my flesh and my now doesn’t define my tomorrow, and when feelings and experiences and wants and needs and all that filth are at the center of my being, I have a voice and I can see that I am different.