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Dec 2020
I tried once
To be what I am not
Gave myself a shove
Tried to be forgot
My shape shifted
And for a moment
I was grifted
I cannot
Be what I am
Not
One day I was fuming over the cruelty of the worlds barriers to success for those who genuinely want it, thought I'd change myself to make it. But then I realized, I am not that person and that was the source of my anxiety.
Written by
Caleb A Johnson  32/M/Arkansas
(32/M/Arkansas)   
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