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3am
I am who I am,
                  I am!

             ...am I?
        ...Who am I?
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.
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.
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

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