Split in Two

Sometimes I feel like I’m split in two. Who I am now is different than the me before you. Na├»ve, but jaded. Vibrant, yet faded. I’ve turned into something I once hated. I can’t go back to the old me, nor would I… because today it is so much easier to say goodbye. Goodbye to […]

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Judge Me

Always just a passing look, judging my cover like a book. There’s more to me that meets the eye, but you don’t care… So why should I?

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