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Full of imperfections that make me who I am, I am not afraid. I am defected, my thoughts aren't processed like everyone elses. I think thoguhts together; they all mix. My wild as the wind hair, never brushed thats okay its the native in me.Nature in my eyes, the brown and green of the Earth. My most admirable aspect is that my whole life I've been knocked down hard but I refuse to not get up; I refuse to sink.

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