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Inside Out Invitation

Facing my other 

Nothing without my devil 

The hollowness proved

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Skins

I want to be something I’m not.

How do you know you’re not?

Because I have to try to be.

So you believe you are what’s left without trying?

Well… no.

You’re not your skin.

You’re the thing that experiences it.

And If you feel trapped, it’s time to shed.

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