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A song of me


Me, me, me

Who am I?

It all comes down to that question.

 

I am not who I was one minute ago

Yet I see no difference

How subjected thus?

 

I only wish to be whom I destined to be

only wish to fulfill my potentials

only wish to have power over myself

 

I do not wish for one thing I can change when I'm all wrinkled up

 

Or is that too much to ask for?

No.

Do not think I underestimate my great mind.

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sherrytu
<p>The biggest change I can wish for is the change fo myeslf, so that I can always adapt, I can always change for the better, I can always strive for the best.</p><p>Also so that I can control myself, and never losing my heart and my mind.</p>

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