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I am not who you see,

I am me

The Clumsy, dorky, sometimes ******

The one who will try to make you feel

When you cannot feel anymore,

The one that will stand up for you,

When you are limp, on the floor.

The person that will make sure,

Your information is correct.

Sometimes to be a pain in the ****

The one who will cook, but only if its

For her and another, or more.

But never for herself.

The one that tries to give the best advice,

But never asks for them to listen.

Sometimes she thinks she is male,

For always wanting to be right.

But at the same time, she is female.

Whiny, crabby, always up in your face.

She is indecisive, she doesn’t know half of the time.

Her name is Chelsea.

She is pretty cool.

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chelsea-corcoran
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Published
Nov 11, 2011
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