I'll never understand, why you try to be me.
There is so much underneath this, that you'll never see.
Searching in the shadows, for something concrete.
Some matter to attain, to brand myself complete.
Clinging to a man, thinking that will bring pure joy.
But in the end in turns out, he was merely a boy.
Why do you want that? Why do you want my life?
Cutting out the memories, with the slice of a knife.

This one really sux, its another writer's block poem, but thanx to
everyone who read it! XD
 
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