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This Is Me


This is me...                                                                                                                                              Hair of blond, eyes of blue                                                                                                             Running cross country is what I do                                                                                                          A hopeless romantic some say is me                                                                                                     All of my heart, I give to thee.                                                                                                                     I like my music in all different genres                                                                                                   And my grades; they rank with honors                                                                                                      I push myself to achieve great things                                                                                            Keeping my records free of bumps and dings.                                                                                          I hide in my silence and don't know why                                                                                               But offer something new and I will always try                                                                                 Picking a college is a scary task                                                                                                  Education is important; never to mask.                                                                                                Lost as a number on infinity scale                                                                                                          All to be noticed with hope of avail                                                                                              Tirelessly entering yet another form                                                                                                 Hopes of one day being in a great dorm.                                                                                                 This is me...

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William Fitz
<p>allignment is off</p>

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