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The Real Me

the real me is somebody nobody is able to see the real me is somebody i cant even be the person i am is not what i see the person i see is not what i wanna be im deciesive on where i am, and where i should be yet i knoe where ive been and what ive seen and i can tell you i never had somewhere to lean it all builds up, then relases, sometimes you still cant see where your meant to be after you break and people act obscece my mind is racing, so i keep blazing foggin up what i cant accept and seeing what i want to trying to love, with no love in my soul so much light and love waiting to be bloomed the real me is someone who was hurt so much it became normal the real me is a real person trying to find the light and fufill evetyhing that i cant get in a pill !

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