I’d Rather Make Mistakes

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Sometimes it feels like crawling up a hill
And I keep sliding back no matter what;
At other times it’s like I’m standing still.
God, how do I get out of this deep rut?
If this is destiny, I’ll take free will —
I’d rather make mistakes than be a robot.
Let me be just who I’m meant to be:
It may be hard but I’ll at least be me.

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