The other me

Deep within the depths of my soul i saw me. The me that everyone loves and adore.

The me that everyone wishes over and over for.

The me that is waiting next door, slowly looking for war.

Ohh how i wish to ignore, but more and more i want to explore.

Because i have seen this me before.

And to this i swore, that the me i saw was not a whore, but me and nothing more.

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