Who am i?

I remember the person I used to be. And I look back and I remember what is was like to be my own person, not a double of someone else. I look back at my old self and look at my self now, who have I become? I couldn’t even tell you who I am today. Why did I change? For who? It wasn’t worth it. So i’m over all this Barbie shit. I’m going to be who I want to be, not who you want me to be! I don’t live to please you.

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