I look into to the mirror and ask myself am I who I am.
Or am I trying to be something that I'm not.
No need for me to be a follower and scram.
Be yourself always never fold is what my mother taught.
I'm at the point in my life where finding me is a key.
without it I will never sustain.
I would go down in flames and flea.
being me is power through all my gain.
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Be yourself
Good one
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