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All I am is me

Nobody gets me, I'm all alone
So sick of trying to prove to the world
All that I'm meant for, all that I'm worth
My insides are ripped apart, torn.

I cannot be defined on paper
No adjectives can pin down who I am
My life is not according to some plan
No one knows of what I'm capable.

So sick of being judged over every move I make
Just want to be free to be all I can be
I was never a phony, never a fake
All I am is me.



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