I always wish I wasn't me
Everyday I wanted to wake up someone else
But with everyone else already taken
I guess I just have to be myself
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoetryCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
