Why don't you believe?
When I said the right things about me.
The true self that lies beneath.
Why must it be inherited?
Printed in all of my documents.
But not in my physical self.
What is left to judge?
The reflection I see every single time in the mirror.
The shadow I stepped on every single day.
I am who I am.
Not asking to be proven.
Not wanting to be claimed.
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TiQi Bo
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