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this is me

Pulled out a strand of hair
one by one
day by day

I was bruising
every minute I was gone , gone
going away

drifting
falling to make believe

It's wasn't alright
nor okay

call me a coward for willing it

praying to anyone
to take me to madness

because reality stinks
and i'd rather live in a lie

in the whispers
from strangers
in who they thought I was
and what they thought they knew

no more pain
I'll be safe
within myself
by myself

Written by Gg78 (let it be)
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