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    Am I Me?
    Am I Me?
    Am I Me?
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    Am I Me?

    By Andrew Szymanski

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    An eclectic collection of poetry, words, thoughts and feelings about life, food, creatures, family, and other random things that popped into my subconscious. And I also observed and listened to other things too. Well, it helps really.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAndrew Szymanski
    Release dateSep 22, 2013
    ISBN9781301447831
    Am I Me?
    Author

    Andrew Szymanski

    Having lived in London all my life, I have met and interacted with many wonderful characters, seen lots of normal, strange, and weird things, and have worked (sadly some might say) in IT for over 25 years. And from all this experience of life (so far), I have found a wealth of inspiration for the vast majority of the poetry and stories I write. I currently live in Surrey with my wife Nela, my daughter Isadora, and I am forever rescuing them from spiders, flying insects, and other creepies that always suddenly appear. I also have a black cat called Rory who does his best to help me catch things.

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      Am I Me? - Andrew Szymanski

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      AM I ME?

      By

      Andrew Szymanski

      *****

      Copyright 2013 Andrew Szymanski

      Smashwords Edition

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given

      away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      *****

      PUBLISHED BY

      Andrew Szymanski on Smashwords

      *****

      Please note that the spelling is a combination of both UK and US and some made up by me.

      This poetry collection is dedicated to my family; past, present, and future.

      *****

      Devoid

      I see the world in a perspex box

      And I am outside looking in

      The suffering I create is within my soul

      The only release comes from my dreams.

      And as I smash my fist against the wall

      The earth it shakes but continues to turn

      The release of pain is all I have left

      But still the walls push me away.

      Grief

      The closeness of my mother’s touch

      My father running his fingers through my hair

      I miss their presence around my life

      If there is a God then it is not fair.

      The stories, the laughter, and the

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