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Extra


I used to be an extra. ๐Ÿ‚

Back when I didn't really care what people thought of me.

And I generally still don't.๐Ÿ‚

 

But I am no longer an extra. At least, in most cases.

 

๐ŸƒThis summer, I feel I've been promoted.

For I am no longer a bystander, as I am not as much of a mystery.๐Ÿƒ

 

๐ŸŒŽI have given my being a definition, I have defined my style and myself.

No longer do I feel as if I walk down the street and am just one of the crowd. ๐ŸŒ

 

๐ŸŒฒLike so many others, that used to be my comfort zone.

Back when I was an extra.๐ŸŒฒ

 

But now.

 

๐ŸŒฑNow I am a much more important role.

I am not that one kid everyone only knows the name to and not the spirit nor personality to๐ŸŒฑ

 

โ˜•๏ธNo my friends, I have been promoted to coffee girl.

Giving life to all who need. โ˜•๏ธ

 

๐ŸŒพMy friends, I am no longer an extra๐ŸŒพ

 

-Daysha Watson

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