Who I am now is someone I never pictured I would be. 

Everyone knows the person they want to become.

The person I want to become is nothing short of  a perfect person.

I always expect perfection. 

Now that I'm not a perfect person I don't even know who I am and what I have become.

who even am I. 

I'm definitely not the kid I use to be.

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