It's Just Me
A little flare, no hair,
No clothes or
no wear and tear,
no makeup or being told to "shape up,"
not even that little scare on blaire
which holds me back, from going back.
The free soul binded to my name,
the game I play to keep from going astray,
Under all, it's just me and nothing is keeping me away.
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