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Apr 2020
I have to fix my broken parts,
Before I completely fall apart.
Before I crumble down to dust,
Before I make a giant fuss.

I have to let myself be new,
Before I become what I don't want to.
Before I die in front of crowds,
Before I get to be too loud.

I have to be a different me.
Before I'm worse than I want to be.

I have to rearrange,
So I guess I have to change.
Isabella
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Isabella  19/F/USA
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