Wasn't Me
Wasn't really looking for a way to find that which was to be mine.Always asumed it would find me and find me with more than a little trouble with the vine, just not the right place or time.
Got used to a being that I could understand, not the yells and crap out of others circumstance.
What to do, who to see, where can I find the truth about the real me.
Funny that I couldn't see, the one to go to has always been me.
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