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Jul 2015
I do not know who I was
When I did those things I did
Good and the bad
It makes no difference still
Because even at my happiest
I cannot remember who I was
I do not think I had a soul then
I think I was a sponge
I think I would engulf them
Until I felt they and I were one
Because I could not be alone then
Because I'd try to bite off my own thumb
From going mad inside my room
Mad inside my heart
A coldness overwhelmed me soon
When you and I would part
And I liked you best because you filled
My silly head with gold
You told me fanciful stories love
Inside of a princess room
You never knew me though
You see
I did not know myself
So I would sit at the old stoop
And let you tell me who I was
Who I would be
You hung the stars
The moon
The sun itself
They danced around your head
When you look at me now
I might as well be dead
Rachel Lyle
Written by
Rachel Lyle  27/F/VA
(27/F/VA)   
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   --- and Camron Elliott
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