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I read this on Chie Calliope's LiveJournal (Blog), found her on Last.FM as she liked some similar music to me. Anyway I liked what she had wrote, sounds very familiar so copied it here:

"so much of my life isn't mine; my life is spread out and deposited in people, like an ingredient for a reaction. all that i "have" is just little parts of everyone else. i end up not having anyone.. but where am i? i am had, without the existence of having; i cannot be rejected. but i am neither my own. i want to find myself, whether within me, or in another."

Shame I can't write stuff like that, I just write as I would speak.