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Some days I can’t lie, I feel a mess with myself
Am either losing my sight or not seeing things right
Because when staring in the mirror I’m seeing less of myself

Some days I sit back and I question myself
Why do I talk about the world but never mention myself?
Maybe I’m afraid? that’s why I don’t want to express myself
I’ve buried memories and emotions, I’m afraid I might scare myself

I started writing to escape and not lose myself
Some days my head gets crowded and I feel to bruise myself
If I can be anything or anyone on this earth I wouldn’t choose myself
I wish I could be open and be true to myself

Dig deep into my heart and speak the truth to myself
I wish I can come to the end, of that lifelong journey where I discover myself
I don’t need materialistic things or money because knowledge is enough for myself

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