Float On
Move through a room filled with companions
Acknowledged but unknown
Holding it in, the champion
Eaten alive on the inside,consumed in thought and over-thought
Drift through life, a drone controlled by a clone
A shell of what I really am
Lost myself with no way to atone
A shell of myself, the facade is bought
Self expression and acclimation are what is truly sought
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