the people’s person

I’m tired of needing people who don’t know me.

I feel guilty for wanting things beyond you

but you don’t even really see me.

There’s so many things I want to do, but loving me never made it;

I know I can do it, but I don’t want to do it, and I feel like I have to do it.

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