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Scared

If she really knew me
would she really love me?
I'm a simpleton
yet pretend complexity.
multiple layers of confusion.
An honest hard working
shape shifter scared
of being me.
Every day I find
something different in my skin.
Why does she love me
when I barely do myself?
A fragile new-born moth
still drawn to the destructive
flame of insanity.

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