My soul died with me.

My soul died with me,

But my soul had never really lived,

Because I spent my time in

Conformity,

Appealing, pleasing, and living in

What was expected of me

And what made me special,

What lied deep with my soul,

Died

When I said yes, yes, yes

Far to many times.

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