It hurts so much
To not be allowed to me be
I’m you
And you
And you
Won’t let me
Be me.
I hurt.
You refuse.
I tell.
You close.
I wear.
You won’t.
You hate.
She doesn’t.
You hurt.
She does.
Too.
It’s me.
In the middle.
Where I don’t belong.
It’s you.
I’ll be me.
Over here.
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The king of pop Jackson Family Legacy (2009–2026)
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