Not that reality should define,
What it is that's brewing up inside me,
But it's an interesting thing besides.
If it was like this everyday I would be,
More likely to be someone else,
Just like if I had a tragic childhood experience,
But didn't remember it, myself.
It's not another person walking around,
Influencing me in what I do.
It's not me either, I encompass all,
And know more than you think about you.
And it's alright,
I still need a lot of practice,
To be able to read you like a book,
So, don't go get all anxious.
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