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 Jul 2016 Emma DeBoer
Jordan
It's such a strange feeling,
knowing someone more than I know myself.      

Who Am I?

I wear a mask for the world to see,
I meet someone, put on a similar face so I can fit in, I figure out, for the time, who I need to be.
So much so that if I searched in a room full of faces, I wouldn't even recognize my own,
I've got to find who I am, in a place so far to me, is unknown.
I know once I go searching hard enough, I'll find myself within,
In a state of constant growth and learning,
In hopes that just me will always be enough,
No reliance on someone else telling me who I am,
I'll break down my walls, tear apart the dam,
My spirit will spill out like a beautiful waterfall,
Glistening with the brightest sparkling light that anyone ever saw,
I will finally be sure of my purpose,
He asks me what if I regret going and deciding not to stay,
And miss out on my chance to become the person I hope to be?
I said I can't not know, no ******* way.  
I'm going to be free, not tied down to anything on this earth,
I'll be satisfied with my soul and recognize my worth,
I won't settle for anything less,
Than becoming my absolute best.


So I don't care what I have to do,
Whether I rise or I fall, I'll give nothing less than my all.
If the end result is finding me,
*I'm willing to go to any lengths.
In a desperate search to find myself
Up early into the morning
sunlight just about to break
through into the new day

We'd "KICK THE WILLIE"
until complete exhaustion
without a care in the world

No subject was off limits
from religion, to politics,
favorite songs and old times

Food was always key and
who's mother was the best
cook in the land

The most ridiculous jokes
told and don't get me started
on sports... oh my goodness

The best of times to be sure
with good friends who
understand what's real.

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