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Oct 2018
I cling to
You,
desperately
searching for
a Sense of Self.
I weave
Myself with
colorful string,
taken from
You.
I need someone
to tell me
Who I Am:
my likes and dislikes,
my ambitions,
my dreams.
I can be Whoever
You
Want Me To Be,
but please,
don't leave,
because Without
You,
I am Nothing.
Grace Conde
Written by
Grace Conde  16/F/New York City
(16/F/New York City)   
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