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Thinking about everything I see.
Wishing I'd have them, too.
A boyfriend.
A happy family.
A person to tell everything to.
An outside appearance to be proud of.
But maybe I'm wrong.
Those things I long for-
Selfish or not-
Would be for me to be proud of.
I'd be very lucky to get them.
But the one thing I forgot-
Something I don't need a miracle to fix-
My personality and the person I am.
The person I have been
for the last 15 years;
And for the person I want to be.
Now I realize-
I shouldn't be so hard on myself.
Joan
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