I tried to go with the flow,
to play their game,
just a little bit.
But look what it did to me,
I almost forgot who I am,
almost let them criticize who I am,
almost hated who I am,
almost...
I almost let them destroyed who I am.
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It's Not About Us (But What If It's About Us)
PoetryHe / She simply doesn't like us. Period. Sometimes it's hard to get that. That the idea is too foreign. We keep on asking and telling ourselves, "Why not? I am a limited edition, he / she will not find anyone like me." There is a bunch of reasons th...
