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I loved these parts of self,  I hate them, but these are only tendencies, appearances,  rising from some which never existed. I am not  thoughts, feelings, acts. Whatever thinking, feeling,  activity is, it can't add anything to me, it can't take from. I was that I am, I will be that I am, I am that I am. I can't describe this, I can't share, I can't hold, I can't lose. You can only be the truth, without "you".