Poem: Sometimes

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Sometimes, I wish I were her
Beautiful, elegant, open and smart
Out going and carefree

And sometimes I wish to be anyone but myself
I didn't ask to be introverted, clumsy
Or worrisome and closed off

But sometimes I'm glad that I'm not like anyone else
Loud or proud mouthed
Sometimes, I'm glad to be me

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