In the mind’s intricate labyrinth, identities reside, Dissociative echoes, where selves do hide. A kaleidoscope of selves, a complex weave, In this mosaic of consciousness, they believe.
From one to another, they seamlessly flow, Dissociative identities, a mystery to know. Each one a fragment, a story to tell, In this inner world, where they dwell.
Some carry pain, some hold delight, In this kaleidoscope of day and night. A symphony of voices, a chorus so diverse, Dissociative identity, a universe.
Through the fractures of the mind they roam, Seeking unity, finding home. In this enigma, they find their way, Dissociative identity, night and day.
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