Inside Looking In
I once was happy
Doing everything I was told
But
That was never really me
I was never the person to just sit back
And let others dictate my life…
Where have I gone?
Because
That was never really me…
So now
Here I am,
In the room
But
I only feel myself slowly drifting away
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