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i still struggle with who i am.
in more ways than one.
is that really me ?
basic human facts elude me.
how was i supposed to know ?
i really just don't understand
my books didn't touch on such horridly dark human subjects.
mental games and
human value.
why are things so easily available
less valuable?
i don't want to go home and face the same things i used to.
a place by the beach, please.
i don't want to go home and be
unappreciated and overlooked
just because of my kind heart and availability.
i won't change.
in more ways than one.
is that really me ?
basic human facts elude me.
how was i supposed to know ?
i really just don't understand
my books didn't touch on such horridly dark human subjects.
mental games and
human value.
why are things so easily available
less valuable?
i don't want to go home and face the same things i used to.
a place by the beach, please.
i don't want to go home and be
unappreciated and overlooked
just because of my kind heart and availability.
i won't change.