The real me is hiding

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A poem that my 10 year old sister wrote. And I really liked it so I asked her and she said I could put it on here. So yeah.


The real me is hiding.

I'm hiding there inside.

Hiding in the dark.

I'm standing, still alive.

Wondering if I should come out.

The possibility shines, whirling around my head.

Then finally I decide to show people the real me, I will be strong and free.

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