the real you...
I am feeling creative...something inside burst urging me to write...
Hating yourself, that's how it's always been
You wish it would stop you wish it would end
Why to yourself, why so much hate
You'd change if you could, but it's just too damn late
You're shaken, you're rattled, you can never go back
There is so much strength that you seem to lack
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