I’m scribbled in calligraphy but I don’t know me.
I’m still scared to fully be myself
because I’m still unsure of who she is yet
so for now I guess
I am the woods. I am the ones and zeroes.
I’m printed on paper in pencil but I’m not really me.
It’s cold and dark because I don’t know
if anyone else is going through it too
so for now I guess
I am the sea. I am the zeroes and the ones.
One day I’ll be me I’m sure of it. One day, I’ll be me.
One day I’ll be printed ink on a shelf in a library.
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