Still Me
I have big cheeks and 1 dimple when I smile. Im still me. I still care when I say I dont. Im still me. Im a little afraid of the dark, and I get startled alot, but I am still me. I am sometimes quiet, sometimes loud. I am sometimes shy and sometimes not. I can dance a little and sing. of course I always love to read a good book. I still fantasize and daydream in class. I still am the oldest daughter of 4, and I still love chocolate. So there is something you must understand about me. You could choose to leave today, tomorrow, or maybe you left yesterday, but in the end I am still me.
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