Shape shift, it asks me of what all has asked me of
Old tales of repetitive nature
They all want to be God
What about me?
Have a loop stuck in my head
I am neither human, neither God
I am the worst enemy of me, of them all
I hush and see
For a while, I am me
Voice that took a while
You want it gone, for good this time.
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