Becoming Someone
“Nothing ever changes
In the city of stone”
The city of mountains
The city of bones
The city of deaths which nobody mourns
Saluda is the city in which we die alone
Especially those that don’t fit the mold
I am one of those and I hate to be alone
And so when I saw the darkened sky
I hit the road in the dark of the night
I am the best me
The best version of myself
And I will never, ever become someone else
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