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 Dear America, When I was in fifth grade, I dreamed of growing up to be president. Fifth grader me thought I could do it because I was smart and confident and amazing
Eyes Eyes that show us the world we live in Eyes that give vivid pictures in our minds Eyes that let us see the wonder Eyes that make up our own experiences
part one: IAMIAMIAM, or Is this how you think? I am trying to understand   1.1: the moderate   I dressed my baby!*
They walk and talk like they really know mebut I'm not just some random bodyI don't need them to dictate what I can and cannot do  
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