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Me

I wish I knew then

all the things I know now

but some of what I know now

is because of what I did then

when I wanted just to be myself:

not knowing who I was.

Drums in my head,

the band plays on

with a rhythm of my own.

Can you hear the changing,

I’m always changing

as time drifts like snow in Winter

I am new and different.

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