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The Real Me

There are times where I feel lost, And even through lenses life's still a blur. In this life even feelings come at a cost, Even though there are people who would beg to differ. Life always pushes us down to the ground So we can feel the pain, But it's our job to rebound And reap our gain. I say to hell with what they think, They cannot define me. I won't be pushed to the brink Waiting to fall into the deep. I just want to believe in who I can be Without leaving the real me.
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Beast75519
22 / M / Oklahoma
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Written by
Beast75519
22 / M / Oklahoma
Published
May 7, 2017
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It's really hard to be the person you should be so I hope this will shine a little light on the dark path.

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