Sometimes Being me, Thats not me

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Keeping Everything under control right under my breath,
Sometimes
Letting out so that I can breathe free.

Standing strong like nothing moves me,
Sometimes
Looking for someone to hold me .

Living as if never looking back,
Sometimes
The past peeps through teary eyes.

Long let gone those dreams that gleam,
Yet
Wishing for those dream once seen .

Now its for those who are yet to see,
Sometimes
Knowing there is still a lot left in me .

Which of this is me,
And the other me .
Is always a choice made me.

Its never easy choosing,
when its me and the other me.

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