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*According to my father I am a bird Or a plane Perhaps Superman I don't know But he sure says I live in the clouds all day long. My mom calls me Complicated Simplicity Ingenuous youth following the erroneous direction A perfection gone wrong. My understanding brother accepts me fully He really loves me I swear it's true Well apart from the fact that he's convinced The very essence of my being just doesn't belong. My friends believe me to be a box of broken promises Potential, talent and beauty well hidden A girl who gave up before trying Even though she knows she's very strong. Now you may wonder who actually am I I am still trying to figure it out But it keeps getting harder and harder In this evergrowing, judgemental throng.*
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
Self-Discovery
*According to my father I am a bird Or a plane Perhaps Superman I don't know But he sure says I live in the clouds all day long. My mom calls me Complicated Simplicity Ingenuous youth following the erroneous direction A perfection gone wrong. My understanding brother accepts me fully He really loves me I swear it's true Well apart from the fact that he's convinced The very essence of my being just doesn't belong. My friends believe me to be a box of broken promises Potential, talent and beauty well hidden A girl who gave up before trying Even though she knows she's very strong. Now you may wonder who actually am I I am still trying to figure it out But it keeps getting harder and harder In this evergrowing, judgemental throng.*
Dora28
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
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