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Don’t chase my dreams away,
Or let them fly someday. Listen to me one more time, And know that loving me is not a crime. I may come across as being brave, Hiding my insecurities under a tough façade. Many think my life is like a work of art, But even I have things that break my heart. Every day when the sun goes down, I vow to greet tomorrow with a smile, not a frown. My mom enjoys watching me grow, And tries to cheer me when I feel low. I have friends that stick to me like glue, Supporting whatever I choose to do. I’m the luckiest person you’ve ever known, For I’ve discovered happiness, and I’m not even full-grown.
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