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Who Am I?

Who am I suppose to be, I don't feel like me, help me figure it out, because I'm starting to doubt, who I am. My mind is in a jam, I'm starting to feel the hate, it's a little late, to say that. I'm not a door mat, my eyes are dark, because of the dark. Who started it all, i'm going to fall, apart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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