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You said you know me

I don't know how

'Cause I don't even know myself.

I'm a mess of tangled thoughts.

My mind echoing my faults.

Like a rubber band stuck in my hair

That I just can't seem to get out

Are the words I once described myself as.

Now, though, all that comes to me is one phrase

The phrase heard through the cacophony in my head

The gentle voice that keeps reminding me that,

I AM NOT ENOUGH

And will I ever be?...

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