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We are consisted of parts
Added to our own heart

When we change
We turn another page

We switch it out
With alot of doubt

Words unsaid
But far from dead

Its there
Like strands of hair

Not needed but used
To make us an individual
To give us something so that we stand out in the crowd

The context within them define us

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