I am
I am Leslie.
The city of angels is my home,
I like going around to roam.
My sign is the ram,
I like doing things with a bam.
I am a bookworm,
which means “Leslie love to learn”.
I am independent and shy,
please don’t ask me why.
I am an open minded person.
I like trying new things.
I see myself dancing the night away,
hoping it ends in a good way.
I hear my thoughts flutter through my mind.
I always listen to my voice,
but I wonder if I’m making the right choice.
I am Leslie,
and I see myself as a piece of chalk.
Eventually I’ll be worn out.
I’ll be of no use as time passes.
Before the time comes,
will I have made a piece of art?
or a bunch of scribbles with no restart?
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