Number four

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Sometimes I wonder how my life would be

If who I was, wasn't me

The tears sting, behind my eyes

Utterly tired and fed up with all the lies

Layer after layer, I peel away

Wondering who'll be brave enough to stay

I often wonder "Will they like what they see?"

If who I turn out to be, isn't me

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