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Friday night Drinking boxed wine Alone in my apartment blurring time The texture of air Is stale as I stare In distress at this body of mine Catastrophic soft symphony Rigid dichotomy Complex identity It’s not as simple as either or I’m both and I’m more Most of all I’m unsure I think I’ve become The sort of someone Who scared me stiff when I was young Soft as a feather Tough like worn leather Who am I under the Saturday sun Maleficent social construct If it is all made up Why do I give a fuck I don’t want to define myself by Who I’m not and I’m trying Letras de cancionesThis is my battlе cry Friday night Drinking boxed wine Alone in my apartmеnt blurring time From Letras Mania