
So Simply.
Some thoughts spilled out of my mind, to my hands, to the keys, to the world, of five people who will care to listen.
find meaning in my words. disproving the very thing I claim to be.
Disproving all your memories of this so called Me.
This person I've been staying in line to prove myself.
To no one. to no one. who is listening...
And I can't find it, My soul. under construction.
I'm a rebel.
I'm a Stand Out in the crowd.
This illusion of being ''Me''
Of being ''Me'' the Me you've made me out to seem to be.
I'm an out cast
I may be different
because I refuse to conform to anything
Anyone who's under the Gun...
I'll be MY own Me.

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