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i am that boy


I am that boy who is kind, sweet, silly and all I always carried a smile that stretches my lips about a mile walking near my folks telling jokes tall in height always a delight seeing me on the spotlight I am wild as a child my face punches with expressions a honest man that never needs a confession so happy no wear near of shedding any tears my compassion overthrows all my fears I am that boy that you assume that I had never struggle a innocent boy that'll never get in trouble. I have a blooming mind that only vision things others cant like if they were blind my ideas florist and sprouts as if it was a forest there house is my head and knowledge is the way they get fed
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