Listen to me, The singer, not yet fully realized. Speak of me, To your loved ones, to your friends. Speak to them of the girl with dark eyes and her wild dreams. All I desire is to pen tales that touch your soul. That's truly all. Here I am, here I am, revealing my essence. Even when laid bare, I'm fearful, yes. I stand amidst the noise and the silence. See me, or at least what remains of me, Look before I loathe what I see. What can I convey that others haven't already said? It might seem small, but everything I am, I lay it out here, just so. Here I stand, this is who I truly am, Even when exposed, I persist. It's my voice, my outcry, here I am, regardless, Right here, right now, My dreams, my desires, as they tear me apart, as they make me laugh, I exist amidst the clamor and the quiet. Please don't leave; I implore you to stay awhile. It might not be my salvation, no, But living without you, I can't fathom how. Love me as you'd love a friend departing forever, I yearn for that love, for I struggle to embrace my own edges. Here I am, here I stand, revealing my essence. Even when stripped bare, the journey concludes. I exist amidst the clamor and the tempest. Behold me, truly, see my eyes, my hands. All that I embody is right here, my voice, my outcry. This is me, unwavering and true. Here and now, I stand before you.
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