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Never Met Myself.
I have never met myself.
This skin I'm in,
swear, it's stolen from a shelf.
When the hurt I've had sets in,
and every lie finally collapses.
I'll have repaid the debt I owe,
and that's not counting my relapses.
Compliments, I can't accept.
Because this body is not mine,
but a carbon copy of someone else,
who I have yet to find.
**-for the How well do you know yourself competition**
This skin I'm in,
swear, it's stolen from a shelf.
When the hurt I've had sets in,
and every lie finally collapses.
I'll have repaid the debt I owe,
and that's not counting my relapses.
Compliments, I can't accept.
Because this body is not mine,
but a carbon copy of someone else,
who I have yet to find.
**-for the How well do you know yourself competition**
Published 13th Mar 2012
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13th Mar 2012 5:35am
Winning one of these competitions is not easy unless you're an amazing ass-kisser which I am no good at apparently, so you have my vote, love this piece (super sad...again!) good luck!!! :)
13th Mar 2012 5:36am
And I don't think we REALLY find ourselves until we're 43 and a half exactly ;) so no worries...you have lots of time :) x x
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15th Mar 2012 5:10pm
Great thought of how well we all know self. Makes me look into myself and wonder if I know me as well as I realize I do. Thank you for sharing. The title caught my eye.
15th Mar 2012 5:13pm
I'm glad it affected you, I write to get a response. Thank you for your lovely compliment.<3