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Sep 28
I don’t recognize your face
Even worse I feel out of place
There’s so many words to say
But that would take more than a day

Freedom is a burden
I choose to live in sin
By the choices I make
And the feelings I fake

Some point the world will get even
At that point I may start believing
I am who I am
Nobody else can give a ****

If I do any wrong
I’ll still be strong
I won’t feel guilty
I am the one who built me
Written by
Thomas Harvey  57/M
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