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Self expression


Me, a two letter word that is the same word for everyone but a different meaning for everyone.

Me, someone that looks put together but is really undone.

I am a redhead.

A athlete.

A student.

A daughter.

A friend.

But still no one.

To our world I’m just 0.000000000000143%  of the seven billion.

A speck.

A dot.

But that doesn’t matter to me.

I wake up at 5 to cockadooodledoo with the rosters.

I watch cheesy romantic comedies to watch the guy get the girl.

I like to say “Sally sells seashells by the seashore” until I mess up.

I read books until my eyes glaze over.

I do the unexpected because the expected is boring.

I stay up til’ 10 at night just so me and my dad can make tuna melt sandwiches and eat them together.

I cry when I think of all the times my dad could have died protecting me.

I am me.

 
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