This Is Me
I look around and see, pain which is all around me.
This is not what I am to be, I am so much more.
Like a leaf drifting in the wind, this is where my story begins.
My reflection is one I do not always admire, that is why I desire and aspire
to be the best version I can be, because This Is Me.
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