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"You're not you"
her hands traced my skin
I've heard that a few
"how long has it been?"

I'm not okay
I used to be
I wanted to stay
someone else than me.

I changed
do you mind?
I've even arranged
to be kind.

I don't look the same
Or act or feel
even changed my name
and I've started to heal.

I'm not quite there
I'm not quite me
but I swear
someday I'll be free.

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