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I walked through the graveyard, Surrounded by who I could be. Each tombstone had a name, Ones I couldn't read. Names that I could call myself, To try to change my inner self, A mask, a lie, a simple disguise, For what? Lightning crashed, and thunder boomed, Time seemed to slow, Death paused its dues. I had forever to think. I could change who I am, Distort myself, change the hand, I was dealt to whatever I wanted. But would it be true? Would it be me? If I had to change so much, To change my reality. Would all of this action, Just suppress the inner me? Ghosts bellowed in my ears, I saw glimpses of my biggest fears. Tears dripped from my eyes, Broken free from the lies. The world could've been a billion ways, Yet, here I am. I'd like to think that's fate. Why change what I've been given? I could've been a trillion different people, Yet I was me. So if I change myself, to someone unrecognizable, What a disservice that would be. I walked through the graveyard, Of all the possible mes. Each tombstone had a name, One I didn't need to read. I'll play the cards I was dealt, With my strategic mind. I won't be anyone else, I'll leave such thoughts behind. I'm me at the end of the day, And that will never change.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:22 PM UTC
The Graveyard
I walked through the graveyard, Surrounded by who I could be. Each tombstone had a name, Ones I couldn't read. Names that I could call myself, To try to change my inner self, A mask, a lie, a simple disguise, For what? Lightning crashed, and thunder boomed, Time seemed to slow, Death paused its dues. I had forever to think. I could change who I am, Distort myself, change the hand, I was dealt to whatever I wanted. But would it be true? Would it be me? If I had to change so much, To change my reality. Would all of this action, Just suppress the inner me? Ghosts bellowed in my ears, I saw glimpses of my biggest fears. Tears dripped from my eyes, Broken free from the lies. The world could've been a billion ways, Yet, here I am. I'd like to think that's fate. Why change what I've been given? I could've been a trillion different people, Yet I was me. So if I change myself, to someone unrecognizable, What a disservice that would be. I walked through the graveyard, Of all the possible mes. Each tombstone had a name, One I didn't need to read. I'll play the cards I was dealt, With my strategic mind. I won't be anyone else, I'll leave such thoughts behind. I'm me at the end of the day, And that will never change.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:22 PM UTC
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