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Never Met Myself.
I have never met myself.
This skin I'm in,
swear, it's stolen from a shelf.
When the hurt I've had sets in,
and every lie finally collapses.
I'll have repaid the debt I owe,
and that's not counting my relapses.
Compliments, I can't accept.
Because this body is not mine,
but a carbon copy of someone else,
who I have yet to find.
**-for the How well do you know yourself competition**
This skin I'm in,
swear, it's stolen from a shelf.
When the hurt I've had sets in,
and every lie finally collapses.
I'll have repaid the debt I owe,
and that's not counting my relapses.
Compliments, I can't accept.
Because this body is not mine,
but a carbon copy of someone else,
who I have yet to find.
**-for the How well do you know yourself competition**
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