Mis-identity

Mis-identity.

Useless to hide inside.
[i tried.]
So… metaphorical suicide.
Cut my hair. Cut my throat.
Hang tight to that life boat.

Choke the seductress.
Burn down ALL of this.
Not for you… just for me.
[...really?]
Redefining what means free.

STOP!
Those are parts i want to keep!
Investments that i want to reap!!
What is mine?¬†Where’s the line?
Is it really such a fucking crime!?

[Yes...... Against me.]

triggered

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