Obsolete

I refuse to be obsolete, tossed aside like I matter no more. At times it seems I take one step forward only to fall backwards into myself.

I’ve forgotten who I am, what I feel.

Each day it becomes harder to seperate myself from the facade I’ve build for you.

I’m no artist, I couldn’t draw to save my soul. And yet when i try I’d like the support of those around me.

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