| I’m not who you think I am But still I am everything Imperfections are my story Who I am is who you are I am the stars, the seas, the children in streets I am orange shoelaces on dirty converse I am a speck of dirt on your clean white shoulder I am a scratch on a painting in a box I am French fries and moldy walls And still I am not who you think I am The birds whistle my voice in the air Feet dig into perpetual white sand and still, I am not who you think I am because you are everything |









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I'm a little nervouss?
At any rate, I like both of them. You should definitely continue writing. ^^
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I just keep it to myself ha.
But thank you so much.
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