when i wrote myself onto paper
and exposed every last flaw and imperfection
you asked if it was true
and i said don't worry,
its just fiction.
when i sang myself into the breeze
in my effort to fly away
you held me down and asked me
where i was going
and i told you don't worry,
its just a melody.
when i danced myself into the ground
so that i could hide myself from the world
you pulled me to the surface
and asked me why
and i told you don't worry,
its just a movement.
when i wrote myself in words
and showed you the truth in letter
you asked me how
and i told you don't worry,
its just fiction.
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