I've always been called strong willed,
But I'm not as it seems.
I've always stayed ahead than the rest
Never knowing where I'm going.
I've always felt numb
Until the day I died.
I've always thought crying was for the weak hearted
I'm the one whose weak.
I've forgotten the feel of happiness
Until true pity arose from within.
I don't know who I am.
I've lost myself over the years.
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I never anticipated for this to happen
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