I have often hid myself.
Behind secrets and lies.
The things I say in day to day.
Are another damn disguise.
My projected personalities.
Have become more real than me.
I'm losing everything inside.
The things that you don't see.
I left exactly who I am.
Lying on the road behind.
It may not be to obvious.
But I didn't really mind.
My lies and smiles are now so real.
I don't fake them anymore.
They happen automatically.
So many times before
I do accept what I've become.
Throughout each and every day.
But sometimes I can't help but feel.
I lost me along the way.














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Labour Without Joy is Base. Labour Without Sorrow Is Base. Sorrow Without Labour is base. Joy Without Labour Is base.- John Ruskin.
"Memories a poor thing to have. its your own real hair and eyes and hands and mouth i want."-Philip Pullman
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If it'd been me stealing the sun, I wouldn't give it to humans to keep them warm. I'd drown it in the ocean and start buying their souls by selling them fire.
It's not about changing my identity, it's about losing it altogether.
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Random bystander was produced by random bystander industries, also famous for 'that guy who walked past' and 'that irritating bastard in the background'
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If it'd been me stealing the sun, I wouldn't give it to humans to keep them warm. I'd drown it in the ocean and start buying their souls by selling them fire.
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Random bystander was produced by random bystander industries, also famous for 'that guy who walked past' and 'that irritating bastard in the background'
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If it'd been me stealing the sun, I wouldn't give it to humans to keep them warm. I'd drown it in the ocean and start buying their souls by selling them fire.
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Random bystander was produced by random bystander industries, also famous for 'that guy who walked past' and 'that irritating bastard in the background'
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