Why do I know that every one is looking at me
But not seeing me.
They see what I want them to see & no one sees me.
But why?
Why is it so hard to let every one know who you are & were you came from?
Why can't I let myself go & run the forest floor?
I never want to rememberer my past ,
I never want to remember my stories,
Never will I want to go back to were I started,
Never will I want to be the person I used to be,
Never do I want to go back
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