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Seventeen.


Here I am,

a seventeen year-old girl.

Growing up in this unknown world. 

Being told what to do and being taught how to do it. 

New things are coming my way,

the old things continue to stay.

Coping them all day by day.

Here i am,

a seventeen year-old girl.

Without a care in the world.

Im stronger then most and weaker then some.

Handling everything at just the tip of my thumb.

Being me and only me,

learning and growing as i go along.

Here i am,

a seventeen year-old girl.

Growing stronger in my own known world.

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