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I've been buried under this regret,
For 20 years and i don't think i'm done yet.
I think I know the person i want to be,
But I'm still struggling to break free.
The mold is one fits all but it's too tight,
The burden i carry never seems light.
I will break free of this never ending torment,
Where everything you do is for the establishment.
I will find my own kind of happiness,
One without all of this pressure and stress.
I'll march to the beat of my own drum,
Never forgetting from where i come from.
