Finding Your Individuality
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Living without my identity is like slipping through the drain on the side of the road.
Flowing away with the water
Nowhere to be seen.
As if I could be seen.
It’s hard for me to focus sometimes
This ongoing ringing in my head, almost like a chime
My mind is going a mile an hour
And at the same time trying to have a balance of power
It’s hard for me to focus sometimes
