Who Am I
I can't sing.
Dance a little, I write.
But who are you?
I tell the world a little
of my soul.
But who am I?
Nobody knows.
They see through my writing
a tortured soul,
but am I who they see.
I may think so.
Who am I, only my God knows.
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