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New Me, Stronger Me


One day 

the truth hit me,

I was becoming an adult.

Scared of everything,

wasting time,

failing,

and that one day my struggle

would yield no fruit.

That was yesterday's me.

 

Today's me is still afraid 

The difference is today's me knows

that everyday is not a waste

I am getting alittle stronger

A little less scared.

 

Growing,

Chanaging,

Evolving,

Becoming tomorrow's me.

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