I am many
I'de like to believe I am many.
My thoughts are my own blend of colors
bleeding into the skin I call home and taint it in hues of gold.
I'de like to believe I am many.
To find comfort in the way my eyes look at the world,
Not in the comforting haze of a childs, but of a person who wants to understand
I'de like to believe I am many,
My opinions speak nothing of the way I worry
That I am not many but one, in a crowd of millions where all believe they are many
I'de like to believe I am many
In a world I have created. Where I take my mind's memories apart and contort it into dreams
I would like to believe I am many,
When being one would be to admit I am wrong.
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