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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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