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What I Am Today
It took me so many years to find myself, and I got lost along the way,
And now I don't know where I am or where I'm going,
But at least I know it doesn't matter.
So yes I'm wandering round this pointless universe,
But I'll just be myself,
Wherever, Whatever.
And if I'm changing every moment into something else
Who even cares what I am today?
It took me all these years to find my...
Friday 8th January 2021 1:15 am
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