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Jan 2016
I pretend to be okay,
But the truth is I'm far from it.
Life is so bizarre.
You always have to be up to par.

Even when you're trying to be yourself,
You're still being someone else.
Someone else shares your name,
And your style is the same.

When did different become alike?
Unique is now deceased.
When we think we're a leader,
In the end we're just a follower.
Taylor Poole
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Taylor Poole
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