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Lost in a forest of expectations
ME, I am Play-doh ME, malleable, capable of being anything imaginable ME, smelling of youth, glee, and a Crayola crayon ME, tasting salty from hard work and overuse ME, feeling cool and refreshing
Theres a man over there A boy over here I am just, right in between "This is stupid!",the boy screams "Fight it", the man calmly says In the background a band plays To the left there is a teen
I construct stories and lies in my head, Am I an actress or a liar? Telling people lies with so much belief that I begin to believe them myself. I'm a liar with dramatic emotions,
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