Loss of time
Loss of self
I feel like
Someone else
In this body
That is not mine
Walking on
A thin thin line
I must fake
Being Bea
I cannot
Truely be me
I try my best
To spread my word
But I remain
Not seen nor heard
Mirrors mirrors
Look away
Days are blurringĀ
Into days.
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