Who am I now,

Who was I then.

I was as quiet as a cats 'meow',

But now I just use my pen.


I know more about me,

I think you do too.

When I write I can see

Truly you are untrue


I am not alone

just because I am Asexual,

When did I use my phone

to stop being emotional?


I am dying to be clean-

I am dying because I am mean.



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