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I am a writer

not a singer

I've been writing my whole life

shy and ashamed

hiding from myself

'Cause I'm, I mean, I used to think

I was not enough

not enough for me

more than enough for everyone else

and nothing was left of me only for me

I am back, I mean, I am here

since I've never stopped writing

and never actually have sung

and I don't know really why

I am no longer ashamed or shy

I'm finally ready to be

I mean, to feel enough

Feel enough

Of me

For me


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