Who we were

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Why don't I be myself?
Well, to put it simply,I can't
 When people don't like something you do, you notice.
So you change how you do things or stop doing some things entirely.
Though they're still not satisfied.
So you kill yourself entirely and become a new person.
That isn't good enough for them either.
So here you are, a shadow of your former self.
Mourning your death and lamenting who you now are.
Wanting so desperately to be who you once were.
But you can't, because, as we all well and fully know,
The dead cannot live again.

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