Becoming Me.

Once upon a time, I became me.

Little to big, I grew like a tree.

It was a good time, being so small,

One day, I hoped to be tall.

Trees were my muse,

Sometimes, I got the blues.

I kept on living life,

Always attempting to avoid strife.

At the age of nine, I could no longer fit on my scooter.

From then on, I looked toward the future.

Once upon a time, I became me.

She is pre-ty.


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