I meant what I said I know what I mean
I need to get out I don't mind being seen
Doing what I do
I'm me and just me
Not an extension of you
I can dress myself I've done it for years
I've never cared much for hand pleated fears
Or shirts without color or shoes without sound
A wardrobe is empty without people around
What you try to discard is precious to me
So just love me less and let me be free
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An important message, that no one is an extension of another; and where understanding is lacking, acceptance is a good second. And where even that is lacking, well, your last two lines say it all!