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May 2014
I spent months trying to construct
The answer to their understanding
But in one cold silver pressed against my palm
They showed me what they think of me

And no matter how much I try
How willing I am to let them into my head
They will always see me as they will
And I guess that's fine; their image of me

In their heads is better, than the one
I have of myself.
For The Herd.

Thank you for the gift. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for being my friends.
Written by
Vitis Lio
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