conflict mysterious who am I

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I was born into a person I was meant to be The molestation changed me into who I had to be The beatings formed me into someone else Moving with my mom changed me Her neglect made me
I know who I am. Confident, happy friendly, unique.  But who am I?  Filled with darkness, envy, hatred, and ever so bleak.  So, who am I you ask?  A person I tell you, a person looking in.  I see who I am,
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