You don't love me, you love her
So I'll continue playing "her"
So you can love "me"
Someday, "she'll" take over
Someday, "I'll" disappear.
I'm sure no one will care, though,
They've got so used to "her"
That they've probably forgotten "me".
Even I, myself,
Can't recall who's the real "self"
So be it.

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Write My Mind
PoetryJust a bunch of randomness, mostly poems, sometimes just full out rants. Best rankings: #3 in #the11thhourawards2018