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Changing molds so i can force myself through a you shaped hole. I cut myself Down to the image that I think you see in me. In the mirror I can't see myself, Much less imagine actually being me. Who am I? Well, This is it. I'm a mess and a misfit. the one who's got it figured out but really doesn't know **** I'm the people pleaser who never gets what she desires and then wonders why the emptiness continues to transpire. I like to deny the fact that I'm a liar. I like to create comfortable places in my head where feelings can go unfelt and things can be left unsaid. Just a million little pieces. My faces. switched off and on in different places. Different phases. A million little pieces of you and every one I knew. Now I can't find who I am. Just what I was in my memories. I can't decide who i was ever even trying please. At ease. I pray for God to break me down to my core. To give me strength to stand up For the things I love and adore. To never hide behind lies, sit back and slip Right through your fingertips. To be true to my soul and really start to exist.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Who am I
Changing molds so i can force myself through a you shaped hole. I cut myself Down to the image that I think you see in me. In the mirror I can't see myself, Much less imagine actually being me. Who am I? Well, This is it. I'm a mess and a misfit. the one who's got it figured out but really doesn't know **** I'm the people pleaser who never gets what she desires and then wonders why the emptiness continues to transpire. I like to deny the fact that I'm a liar. I like to create comfortable places in my head where feelings can go unfelt and things can be left unsaid. Just a million little pieces. My faces. switched off and on in different places. Different phases. A million little pieces of you and every one I knew. Now I can't find who I am. Just what I was in my memories. I can't decide who i was ever even trying please. At ease. I pray for God to break me down to my core. To give me strength to stand up For the things I love and adore. To never hide behind lies, sit back and slip Right through your fingertips. To be true to my soul and really start to exist.
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Olivertwist
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
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