Friday, July 9, 2010


She’s not sure
Who she will be
When she reaches that point
All things that have always defined her
Melted away to a memory
Along with weakness and fear
She wonders if she’ll still be noticed
Or become another face in the crowd
How will she make an impression?
It’s funny how she was easy to remember
When her outside didn’t match
The beauty of her in.

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