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people to help me smile.
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people to lift my heart.
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people to catch me when I fall.
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people to make me feel not so alone.
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people who have failed miserably.
My friends bring me to strife.
If they knew the real me,
They would say I didn't have a life.
If they knew the mess I am in,
They would probably say,
"You are not who we thought you were."
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people who will just have to deal.
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people who may never heal.
I am who I am,
I'll reveal my true identity.
And who is that?
Why, that's the real me.