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Little and unknowing, as a girl I would pick up what I didn't yet understand
The meaning so lost to new eyes
I want it
Time flies, the pen is now in my control, the paper my clay to mold
My heart over whelmed with emotions,
My mind flooded with thoughts.
I didn't know how to voice them,
So behind my lips words were constantly fought.
Tried to voice these emotions in so many ways,
