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Nov 2013
I am four
I am my first lost tooth
I am based on positivity
while lacking creativity
I am four
& I am not me yet
I am eight
I am a jump rope in the driveway
I am learning
but not worrying
I am eight
& I am not me yet
I am twelve
I am no longer tiny
I am the hush whisper of names
Names I don't know the meaning of yet
I am twelve
& I am becoming me
I am thirteen
I am the latest fad
I am losing myself
more & more each day
I am thirteen
& I am searching for me
I am fifteen
I am a broken heart
I am a fake smile
painted on the surface
I am no longer good enough
I am alone in my own mind
But not on the outside
On the outside
I am a friend
I am happy
I am a leader to those
thatΒ Β choose to follow
But on the inside
I am trapped
I am being swallowed by
my endless thoughts
I am fifteen
& I have lost myself completely
a.m.
Alicia
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Alicia  22/F/Lost
(22/F/Lost)   
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