Did you know?
I always wanted to be you.
Every day
Trying to mimic your actions
Your walk, your talk,
Your everything.
But you.
You battled your own demons,
Your own idols,
A scapegoat by your side,
Punctured heart
Bleeding out, a sacrifice.
I do not want to be you
No.
Not anymore.
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