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Real Me

December 31, 2013
By Anna45 SILVER, Allentown, New Jersey
Anna45 SILVER, Allentown, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of the shot, even as I begged silently-please not him, not him and Johnny both-I knew he would be dead, because Dally Wintson wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted


Why is the fake me made?
Eventually the real me will start to fade.
Gone like the waves crashing on the shore,
Gone like paper that had just been torn,
Gone but unable to be mourned,
Because it would be gone . . .
Or maybe, am I both?
All of the parts of which I loathe?
Maybe they're all apart of me,
But I'm blind and just can't see.
Maybe one day the real me I'll know,
The real me which right now is my foe.
But until then I can only guess,
Until the true me really confesses . . .



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