When I am alone,
I am tortured by thoughts,
Of who I am,
Who I am not,
And who I should be.
When I am with others I am protected,
From the daggers that pierce my soul,
Daggers that are in the hands of my thoughts,
Without which I would be nothing.
I am tortured by thoughts,
Of who I am,
Who I am not,
And who I should be.
When I am with others I am protected,
From the daggers that pierce my soul,
Daggers that are in the hands of my thoughts,
Without which I would be nothing.
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