I’m not sure I know how to be myself anymore
I speak words that I think are my own
But when they come out
They sound as though they were carefully crafted
By someone who is desperate to fit in
Even though that’s something I never thought I cared about
But now I can’t stop myself from warping into this shell of person
Who once was an original
Who once was someone
I took pride in being
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
I’m not sure I know how to be myself anymore
I speak words that I think are my own
But when they come out
They sound as though they were carefully crafted
By someone who is desperate to fit in
Even though that’s something I never thought I cared about
But now I can’t stop myself from warping into this shell of person
Who once was an original
Who once was someone
I took pride in being
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