Being ME

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 I was told about things to worry

times-a-passing, goals to hurry


Somehow I don't want to be the hero of folklore

wearing a mask, forcibly forlorn


I want to be me

The best that can be

Laugh when I want

fall on some slant

Cry my eyes out

Acknowledge me every doubt


Define me wherever and however

seizing to be alive, never


Walk on my own gait

celebrate worth, tackle hate


Dream endlessly and still not fret

There's a story to be told about me that I don't know yet

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