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Ceez


For years I've sat back and listened to those tell me who I am. I listened and I believed because truth be told I didn't even know who I was.

But during those years, I've grown and I've changed like a calipiter in it's cocoon.

Now I am morphing into a butterfly, I'm changing into who I am going to be.

I will never be the same.

I think I like who I am becoming.

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