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There’s such a vast array

Of things that I could say


I could tell of my younger years

But that would only bring on tears


I could tell you of my schooling days

But that to me is just a haze.


I could tell you who I want to be

But how do I know you won’t judge me?



Submitted: May 07, 2012

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