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Hello past me, I still have the same name as i did back then,

but the name doesn't match the face anymore.

The name doesnt match the face anymore,

but the name matches whom I have become.

The past me wouldn't stick up for myelf, or what I believe in,

the past me wouldn't try in school., or take part in anything.

But that's not me anymore,

who i am now stciks up for what she believes in,and trys in school.

The new me takes part in everything i can and i joke around wiht friends,

the firends whom excepted me for who i am,

and whom i have become, not who the expect me to be,

becuase they expect nothing out of me but to be the best I can.

The people I used to be friends with told me "i've chaged."

and all I do is look at them and say "yes, yes I have."

That's when they say "we dont like who you've become."

That's when I get angry.

I look at them and say with a little stronger voice this time,

"Good, i don't askfor you to like whom i've become because I

no longer feel the need to be exceped by you, becase i've

finally been excepted by me."

 

 

 

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