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Deep down somewhere, I know I exist.
Finding out who I am isn't on my bucket list,
I've never felt lost
but maybe I am
I don't think I'm broken
but maybe in a jam
Is this what it feels like to grow up? To change? Am I missing something or do I need to rearrange?