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I thought I knew me.
But I guess I was wrong.

I wanted stability, it's what I yearn.
But everyday I seem to learn.

I'm not just sure what to do.
This is me. But who are you?

Does it make me fake.
If there are parts of you that I take?
I know the mold. That I must fit.
I am so scared that I might quit.

I always say something wrong.
All of this could just be gone.