What It's Like to Be Me
You're completely lost. You're lost but you're found and left wandering.
You're confused. It's thinking you know everything when you actually know nothing. It's learning and forgetting and remembering and trying but struggling. Struggling to fit in, to leanr, to love, to be loved.
It's thinking you've finally found the answer only to realize there's a second part to the question. It's laughing and crying and yelling at anyone who will listen.
Discovering, searching, for something that can never be found.
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