Used to be
I remember when i used to
when I was young
life seemed to not be present,
could'nt fancy what would be
or what could be
I was a push over
I was short and weak
a slump and a loner.
Now i stand head high
chest bulging
through the buttons of my shirt
I can now say,
I used to be a used to.
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