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i'll never really be you. i can grow out my hair, wear sunglasses in the shade and never look at the other person but i'll never really be you. i can wear a vest and strum the guitar and redefine what we once knew but i'll never really be you. i can be loud and i can be misunderstood and pity myself a tragedy but i'll never really be you. i can be magnetic and mechanical and most malicious at times but i'll never really be you. i can dance dance dance until my heart breaks over something that never was but i'll never really be you.
i can be parts. rip you open and take your voice, your hands, your hair. next. some freak amalgamation and the most beautiful thing you ever did see. but there's always a catch.
so? there it is. i'm either you or i'm not, and i've got a sneaky suspicion that the harder i try the further it gets. anchor me down please!
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where do i even start. preoccupied, preoccupied...
of course all the ideas stop once i start. can i get medicated already. god.
okay. gonna close my eyes and start typing.
i trust myself enough. i think. maybe i;kk judt mess this up. i',m alrewadu messing i tuop.
...
okay. that wasn;t so bad. but it got eodr. ehstd p eith sll thrdr kifd eith gund? i'm 29 and i'd never shoot anyoe. ever. o wpmder f o', ,eam emoihj to make my own personal dramainto aty.
i'm not 29. i guess i'm not as good with typing as i thought.
soon i'll be.
an eight
thousand. dollar body .
i'll be you. i'll
be you.
i'll be
b
ea
utiful.
:)
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