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I thought I wanted to be one of them

Join the few and far between

Be one of the greats, like my mom

Make a difference in some kid’s life

Be that change

That voice

That drive that helped someone

But then it hit me

Hit me like a broken dam flooding a river

Hit me like a slap shot in the face

It hit me so hard I couldn’t stop

I didn’t want to be like them

I didn’t want to join their club

I didn’t want to regret my choices

I didn’t want to try and fit into this mold anymore

I wanted to be me

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