Life is too short to last long

Who am I really?

Not my name, not my age, not where I am

I am my favorite book

I am all the songs stuck in my head

I am my thoughts and what I do on Friday nights

I am a thousand things but everyone chooses to see what I’m not

I’m not where I’m from

I’m where I’m going

And if you want to go there with me

Well, you must be messed up too.


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