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What's In Our Name? - A poem about identity

We are born with one name
we didn't choose it.
We're making an identity
and we use it;
create online profiles
and we lose it.

We post the perfect life
and we share it
a picture perfect lie
and compare it
fake personality
we declare it.

But we all die alone
and we all go
leaving behind just bone
all we can show
our name on a stone
and us below!

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