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Clones

Blinded by the crowd,
you cannot make decisions.
Intimidated to reveal yourself,
scared to be an individual.

You don’t know who you are,
following everyone else.
No opinion, No choice,
you are merely one of them.

You’re trying too hard,
not being yourself.
Your friends don’t know you,
for now you have changed.

You’ve sacrificed it all,
only to blend in.
You don’t really like them,
you don’t like yourself.

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