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Aug 2012
I used to be you; I wasn't myself
you are not me; you're a ghost.
You impressed them by deeds,
but i know your failures;
I know your secrets
the lies, and the doubts.

I'm headed toward the light,
but I'm caught in the darkness;
lost in the shadow cast by myself;
haunted by my own dark past.
I'm not sure quite where i was going with this.  i was trying to capture what it feels like to have people judging you by how you used to act.
Mikeyla S Benzinger
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