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I am crazy, I'm a mess.
I'm self-centered and obesessed.
A child lost in her own world of fantasy.
But I am creative too,
thoughtful and a friend that's true.
Behind the mask, all of this is the real me.
I'm no Cinderella.
I am not the shining star.
No matter how I try,
I'll always be bizarre.
But that doesn't bother me,
'cause that's the best I'll ever be.
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