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Feb 2019
I feel like everything is for show,
even when I am entirely alone

I feel like I'm just playing along,
even when I am singing my own song

I feel like a fraudulent mess,
even when I am trying, every issue, to address

I feel like my contribution is minimal,
even when my success is undeniable

I feel like I'm falling behind,
even when I am leading the charge in their mind
~much love
Emma Price
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