You won’t find me
Buried in my notebook
I’ll be the one that’s self crucified
'Cause I did this to myself
I hammered my own nails
While I exclaim:

I’m not a poet to inspire, barely made it through
The expectations of myself, and everything I do
To look up to me is to look down on everything
To look up to me is to look down on everything

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