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Submitted:Dec 16, 2011 Reads: 7 Comments: 3 Likes: 2
Just being myself, then
along came you. Walk
into my world. Now
you know who I am,
but I am a chamaelon.
Always changing my colors
I'm never the same, are
You likfe me? Constantly
changing, no identity.
I am a pretender, but
who am I really?
This poem was originally entitled "Pretender". Booksie kept telling me "Content Exists with the given title".
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