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I think I lost a bit of myself with you
And you have that missing piece
We never see each other anymore
Can you let that piece go free?

I think I am smart
But perfection plagues my dreams
I just want to run
Through meadows unto streams

I think my life has meaning
But that doesn’t mean I feel I can get up
The sun rises, the world spins
I get out of bed, I wish I could jump

I’m the girl everyone wants me to be
I’ve had gifted-child symptom since I was nine
Yet some days I just want to rebel
And pretend in another life that I’ll be fine

I think that I’m all of this
Good, bad, in between
I guess these are just my emotions
I’ve been suffering since I was a teen

  • Author: lex-elisabeth-is-here (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2024 01:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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