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When I look in the mirror I don’t see the same little girl that ran around my mother’s busy office

I ain’t the same girl who talked like she was from the streets

or the girl that talks so much she fogs up the mirror

But I am a loving caring potential having beautiful young women

I’m silly daring funny girl

I don’t like to be played with


hold on I can barely see myself the mirror

is fog-

o well I guess I am that same little girl

Guess I just don’t know myself

if you want to know who I am then you are asking the wrong person

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