Being me
A young girl trying to make it out.
I just do what makes me happy.
I do what i want to do and no one has an effect on me.
I want to be a cop on day.
Who is there to stand in my way?
Nobody.
I am going to do it.
I am going to be a cop because it makes me happy to protect others.
I will keep pushing and giving my all until i get there.
One day i will be a cop
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