No More of Me
I wish it were fun,
I wish it was easy.
I look at these photos
just a shadow of me.
Of selfishness of loosing you
of the outer shell that life turned me to.
And if you're so better, how do you live life?
Probably because you don't care for mine.
If i turned off what would you see?
No less, no more of me.
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