I am what I AM
I'm a brunette. 5 somethin. 120 something pounds.
Some people look up to me, others not so much.
My role models...I don't now, really, if they're good or not.
I want to be successful, I really do, but sometimes, a few hard blows can really knock you down
a few.
I have no rhyme or reason, although I desperately crave one.
It's going to happen, it's only a matter of when..
I will show myself and everyone else why I am what I AM.
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