I’ve tried wanting a life that isn’t mine.
Tried dreaming myself into some other mind.
Imagined myself toeing a new line,
Leaving everything I know far behind.
I’ve tried wanting a life that isn’t mine.
Where my name is foreign, my manner kind.
A life where my needs and desires align.
But such a well-loved life is hard to find.
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