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i cannot run

i cannot walk

i can't even hide

i can't leave my house

or go to my favorite places

i can't escape into my music

i can't talk to anyone

no matter where i go, or what i do

i will still be there.

and that is the worst

i can't escape me

i can't shed this skin, and pretend i never happened

i can't erase myself and start over

well, i could, but there would be no starting over if i did that

and that is the thing, i don't wanna die

i never wanted to die

but i can't bare to live this life, as me

i don't wanna die, but i don't wanna live

not like this

i'll wake up tomorrow, and still be me

put on clothes, that are mine

and do things, that i usually would do

everyday i will still be me

and i don't know how to cope with that

i've done every trick in the book to be anything but me

makeup, workouts, languages, styles

they were all different, some better than others

and honestly, for a small while, i liked a few

but inevitably in the end, i was still me

and i'm not sure how to fix that, yet.

-k

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