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Looking Inside
Contributed by
samisanonymous
on
Saturday, 7th May 2011 @ 12:17:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Who is "me"? Is it him, he? Or am I just who you want me to be? Who I'm meant to be, I doubt you'll ever see For now, however temporary, Hello, I'm me. I've always wanted to just be myself I never know who, though - life is so confusing Am I dusty beatnik books, long on the shelf? Or am I just whatever retro ideas that I'm using I'll never be the super-ego idealist that you strive for I'm sorry I cant be a model for you to adore Standing on the runway Posing for pictures I'm perfect for you You follow me like scripture Shouldn't you be sorry, too? This isn't the Utopian playpen we grew into This isn't the life of which were told Promised to us when we grew old Things would be great, If we did just as told And before we knew it Our souls had been sold
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2011-05-07 00:17:31] (Date/Time posted on
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