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perfect? No I am far from it


i am just 18

i am not perfect actually quit far from it

i am just human just like a few billion others 
i am  terrified of the thought of being alone just as much as being the center of attention even though it is pretty common for a person my age
i am that person who takes longer than usual trying to decide the perfect way to close an email or deciding what to wear or even deciding what cereal to eat in the morning 
i am that person who feels insecure when change is near basically all the time
But apart from all this I am a daughter, a sister, a student, a friend
i am blessed with the wonderful gift of life, there is not enough time in the day to be perfect or live bounded by the endless limits set by the masses
i am that person who craves to be the person that its always dreamed of being 
i am that person who knows its not easy but worth the trouble
i am... what else can i ask for?
 
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