Cos all you are is shadowed by your own doubt your pretentious life and borrowed friends
your identity isn't yours
it was given to you
and you think you've found your own
but really, you are no one.
You are but a memory
a distant speck in the atmosphere
dust, I flick off my fingers
you don't know me
so don't assume that you're better than me.
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