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""Hey there!
Who do you want to be?
Oh that's fine,
You don't get to choose."

Where, if not here, do our spirits lie?
I, myself, turn to and from god within minutes.
But, also, I turn from option A to option B within seconds.
Why, here, must I be decaying so sweetly?

With my body rotten,
And my skin gaping,
My soul leaves me.
I lose my identity every day.

But now,
I say we can play pretend,
Act like we want to,
Be who we want to.

I'll just be happy,
That I will no longer be,
The real me."