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3am
3am
I am who I am,
                  I am!

             ...am I?
        ...Who am I?
Sick and twisted, People are sickened by my visions,
When all I do is lead you out of the cave of oblivion.

  Insinc you walk wearing a mask of your false happiness
Inside you wish not to be a carbon copy that’s why you listen to me

Don't you hear them
failure, worthless, no one loves you

You hear them, i don't
That why were different

I'm sorry, you walk left as i go right
Sometimes i can hear you think
You wish to be like me, different
I'm so sick and disgusted of writing every poem
                                                    about you.
                                       It brings me close to hatred,
                                  but that is an emotion I don't believe
                                                          In.
Everything has already been done before.
Someone already felt it.
It’s something that's on my mind.
I can't let go.
But I must.

— The End —