Plea

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I wear too many faces

I don't know who I am

I'm whoever whoever wants me to be

I overact

I pretend

And when I'm alone I become what I think

What I write

What I see

Tell me who I am

And I will become that person

Without question

Tell me I'm yours

Mold me

Build your masterpiece

Your monster

Feed me figments of myself

Make the mask you want me to wear

The best me

Hold it to my lips 'till its words are mine

Fuse it to my skin

Give me myself

That is my condition

For unconditional love. 

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 28, 2016 ⏰

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