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I face the self I cannot see The one I secretly want to be The one that scratches, itches and screams Who's longing to be me I face tomorrow cause it came today And I wasted it all wishing for yesterday Not a choice was made nor a helpful change I'll do it tomorrow anyways I face the question that no one asked Who is the one behind the mask They peak behind and accept at first But neither them or I can ever last I face the reason, the excuse, the game Of being delightful while going insane Would it be better to blend in with the same shade Or to streak the whole picture with the stain of my name I face the reality and truth of my life No good as a girl, a woman or wife Yet a sinful saint I've strived to be Burning for the reasons I believed to be right I face my addictions to being addicted I face the struggle of being self inflicted I face the honesty of all of my lies I face yet allow all conflicting contradictions I face the obvious yet cannot see What I even want for me If not to suffer or have delight motivate Then I know myself only to never be
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
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I face the self I cannot see The one I secretly want to be The one that scratches, itches and screams Who's longing to be me I face tomorrow cause it came today And I wasted it all wishing for yesterday Not a choice was made nor a helpful change I'll do it tomorrow anyways I face the question that no one asked Who is the one behind the mask They peak behind and accept at first But neither them or I can ever last I face the reason, the excuse, the game Of being delightful while going insane Would it be better to blend in with the same shade Or to streak the whole picture with the stain of my name I face the reality and truth of my life No good as a girl, a woman or wife Yet a sinful saint I've strived to be Burning for the reasons I believed to be right I face my addictions to being addicted I face the struggle of being self inflicted I face the honesty of all of my lies I face yet allow all conflicting contradictions I face the obvious yet cannot see What I even want for me If not to suffer or have delight motivate Then I know myself only to never be
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
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