No, notice the real me.
For far too long I have had these chains around my neck.
I just wonder.
How can you all do this to me?
No, how can I do this to you?
My friend once said:
"The day you were born,
someone whispered your name.
That whisper gave you the very essence of yourself.
Do not waste it."
This is me letting go of myself.
Just know the words I speak are the thoughts I don't think out-loud.
But yet, all I want is someone, some heart, to call my own.
To mend it whenever it feels alone.
For far too long YOU have been in the shadows.
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