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I Am This


There was once a girl who thought she would make it past 15 years of age This same girl cried her eyes out in disbelief when she turned 16 The girl had hardships throughout the rest of the year but made a full circle and became 17 The girl who is still 17 and has no clue on how to approach 18 other than with a bit of fear and anxiousness 18 seems so much closer I am still alive and I have a future One that use to not existent and if it did, it was pitch black But somewhere in between 15 and 16, I decided that life was so much more precious That I was so much more precious than I would ever really give myself credit for Now I has to grow accustom to the speed thing are going at
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