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I'm writing a message to me.
I watch his back, ahead of me
Sun peeks through cause he’s leaving me
It’s not my fault!
Is it my fault?
how can that be
Am I not?!
Where I always wanted to be
They love to see
admire me
I am unique
but so far from happy
I have it all
a bed, a house, with eyes to see
The world as its welcoming me
Yet there’s a war in my head
there’s a graveyard in my heart
with all the secrets buried from the start
I never faced them
I know I’m scared
Of this right here
I’m writing a message to me
ahead of time
next to you
behind us all
stereotypes, society and all
that is left
seems to be me
or is it we
that I’m trying so hard to see
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