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I was I

17, perfect

Pure



I still was I

19, impressionable

Revolt



I’m not I

21, turbulent

Violent



I’m not I

Body cold, bold

Injustice



I am I

To them

A top priority



Safe in this rented room

Now,

Not waiting for tomorrow



Before the mirror,

Myself afraid of me

I’m not I.