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Me,Myself,I

At times I want to fly,
but I weigh a ton
To dance and praise the lord like a nun
Sometimes I want to be from a distant land
for someone to lend me what I need
Give me a helping hand
I think I am ugly to the eye
the voices tell me all the time and I can read your mind
You ignore me all the time like I am some dark spy
The data I use and tools keep me afloat
I got tons of followers and haters and lovers here and there
But if I was sinking,would they pull me onto their new boat?
I wish I wasn't me. I wish I could grow a new form like a butterfly does to transform
All I see is beautiful faces,I guess that is the norm!
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