Wasn’t Me

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Have you ever had one of those times when you begin to reflect on certain aspects of your life and it feels as if it weren’t really you who did some of the things in your memory? As if you have watched it all in an extremely long movie and you just had an oddly strong connection to the main character. You felt everything they did but it couldn’t have been you. I could never be the girl to get the nerve to sing in front of a large group and then stumble over my words, red as a brick, only talking to some boy. But I felt it, I was there … it just wasn’t me.



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