Those were big shoes to fill
But those can always be padded
I carry a lingering laugh
A silly nature
A curious mind
She wanted to be me
But she is not me
I can handle the fire
I can handle the river
No deluge put a fear in me
But its like you are a leech
Draining the mighty blood
Its her time to now be me
But she is not me
Categories: identity, Poetry, Psychology, society





It would be strange to have someone want to be you.
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Indeed it is
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