I the Shell

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Myself I hate

This boy I have become

Destined to the same fate

Thoughts leave me numb

Where will this go

This simple ploy

My mightest foe

That changed me to a boy

Look to the mirror

Shattered by my gaze

My appearance has not been clearer

Truth leads to this daze

Trapped in hell

Stuck in this rut

I am a shell

But still I strut

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