People seek my secrets
But I am the secret, then I am not
My mentors gave up decoding me
But refused to let me go
Or so it seems
People seek my secrets
I have many, then I have none
Like a double agent in the dark
I don’t belong to anyone
I am my own, I am myself
Am I a friend or an enemy?
I am fluid, whoever I decide to be
Ocean of Thoughts 
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