who?

if i was still myself now

in the words that i wrote

and the things that i said

and the songs that i sang

then i’d be a whole lot less

in the words that i borrowed

and the things that they said

and the songs that were never

even mine to mouth along to.

then; who else would i be but

another one who lost their mind

trying to stay true to themselves?

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