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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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