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"Searching For Myself"
Buried by my pain, I set out on a quest- "I will find myself today Till I do, I will not rest." I looked in what I do- In gymnastics and in class... The answers are so hard to find When focusing just on that. So I needed to look further; To dig down a little more. When I did I found Some of the "me" I've been looking for. I saw a girl who smiles... A girl who just wants love. I saw a girl who can learn to like The person she has become. The journey did not take a day. It didn't take a year. The journey to find myself... Well, the journey still is here. Because, you see, the more I find The more there's left to me. But, now I find me easier; Now I can just be!
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