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I need(ed) it to remind me that I am no longer afraid, That I
wear my own skin
live my own dreams
I, and not some random projection
Delusions of grandeur by
strangers' inception
A cry for rewinding
A release
Unlocking the real inner me
The very soul that ever craved to be
The truth, disguised beneath years of
self prejudice, of untold soliloquies
I wonder why
people's able to
be true to themselves
And I kept feeding my misery
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