When I meet someone new
I try my hardest to impress them.
I keep telling myself that maybe this one will like you.
Maybe this time you'll be the first choice
But I've come to realize no matter how hard I try to impress them
Or no matter how hard I try to not be myself
I'll never actually be someone's choice
and someday I'm gonna learn to be okay with that
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A Dark Song
Poetry"You ever just wake up in the morning and your brain starts to bring up shit you don't want to think about?" "Yeah" "Hm... wanna talk about it?" : COMPLETE :
