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Jul 1
I go from pocket to pocket
From hand to hand
I've a couple coins in my locket
But never the same man

Call it constants and variables
People tell me I've changed
That I've gotten unstable
I guess that part is still the same

I still ask myself
"Am I someone else?"

"Am I going insane?"
"These voices are messing with my brain."
Written by
Dinamus  17/M
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