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I am what I am;
There is no other way for me. You see, I can’t help how I was made. It wasn’t my choice, I wasn’t given that voice. So if you would leave me alone, Just let me cry on my own. I may be responsible for how I act. Yes, that is certainly a fact. But how I was made Was not for me to decide. I am sorry-- This I cannot hide. I am what I am. Though you may find it Not to your standard Of how I should be. This is me. Please just leave me alone And let me cry on my own.
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