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12 years of hiding who I am
Acting my way through day to day life May seem shy maybe loud Always lying to myself I am a girl Old enough to be a woman Sunshine shines upon me in warm golden rays While at night darkness can chill me in its icy glare or fill me with a mischievous spirit I am curious, somber, either reading through adventure or living through one Soon I'll be grown but the inner child in me still wants to live I am a girl but not the one that makes one think of sugar and spice Hidden, alive, don't like makeup, love perfume, smart, quiet, cute, only when I smile, funny though I don’t want to be, and a freak I am what I am, and even though I may mask it I am proud of who I am
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