How much of who you are
is who you decide to be
and how much
the one that pushes through?
How much the one that
carries you?
I can't tell.
From the outside
do I still seem
too young to understand?
Cuz from in here
it seems I wrote
the answer key.
The point of being at the bar
was never who was beside me.
But that it was me
defining me.
So
I suppose
it turns out to be
my own recipe.
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