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| Don't Call Me That |
What's in a name?
Cliché you say?
What is behind your name?
When they hear it, people form a mental picture.
What do they see?
Perhaps you've deliberately deluded them,
Disguising an entirely separate soul lying deeper within,
And your name, as a doorway to your true self,
Is a pathetic irrelevant shell of a label.
We are so much more than our names.
Such that hearing my own name,
It disgusts me.
The only people who truly know me
Would never call me that accursed word.
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