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Poems about the journey indisovery of your identity

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I pray 

I wonder

I dream 

My vison is all I can see

It's part of me 

I play 

I wander 

I scream 

My demons are still inside me

It can make me mean, but that's not all there is to be seen 

Some days feel like you are floating onfairdust, others make you feel like falling in the badmenstrap just. Remember that the moment just before the fairy comes 

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