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Her face lit up with a glow  Sparkles in her eyes  The great news she'd ever know  Is that she would be changing lives.  She knew that this was going to change it all  From her pockets to her qualities 
I am 18 years of age I have been very vague in my past days In school, I have been called many names but I won't let it phase me in any way. I am still here today I don't care about what you got to say
Porcelain Doll hidden between thorny leaves and puppet string on forgotten dusty shelf coerced beneath the Looking Glass Self –   A torrent comprised of inveigle words - acceptance.
If only you were here, You would have been able to kiss me goodbye Wish me luck and try your best not to cry As I drove off to learn and live alone Instead, I had to tell your tombstone If only you were here,
I am... TeenyWide-EyedImperfect I am... BubblyPassionateImperfect I am... LovingLovableImperfect I am... MotivatedDeterminedSuccessful
Tick, Tick What Makes me Tick Tick, Tick A Passion that is Inside
I want to work for the world For the children who were not given a fair chance For they will be the ones to make the world a better place Pain and suffering was taught to them early
Aging out to run away, struggling, scrabbling, just to pay, cannot leave but cannot stay. We see it every single day. Trying hard to stay on top, sinking deep but just can't stop,
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