swallow my lies. as I obscure my emotions.
why must I contset myself.
always against myself. embody another likeness.
death of true spirit. reflection brings question.
search for another.
Imsorry. if I can not feel. Imsorry Imnot real.
pour myself into a mold of you.
grasped to fast. lost my reflection.
why must I contest myself.
always against myself.
imitation gets so far. but it kills from within.
Imsorry if I can not feel. Imsorry Imnot real.
every time I think Imright. I come out wrong.
every time I think to myself. Imagainst my self.
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