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Her


I am That girl you sat next to in math class Yeah that was me I'm the girl who doodled on her paper That drew flowers instead of shapes The person who was always late I am That frustrated artist you see in the hallway Yeah that's me The one who rips up her work The one who is always after the bigger thing Looking for the next adventure to draw I am The avid golfer you see going to the course Yeah, that's me That person who hates golf but still plays Just to get out the frustrations of the day I am That friend you have that always listens Yeah, that's me That friend who makes you die laughing Just so you can get through your day I am The rushing New Yorker on the street Yeah that me The one speeding walking right past you The one who still manages to take in the scenery I am The only child in the family Yeah, that's me The kid who grew up knowing nothing but imagination The kid who sees things differently I am That special kid that gets extra time Yeah, that me The kid who see letters backwards But still manages to read I am The girl from math, the frustrated artist, the avid golfer, the friend, the only child, the special kid, and the rushing New Yorker. I am....
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