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Who am I? Can I really be defined by words? Am I great? I hope so. Am I ambitious? I believe so.   I am ordinary, that very much is true Not all that special or out of the blue
If the world is strange, Then be stranger. If the world is hard, Be harder.   The crowds will jeer, The eyes will linger. You will hold out your hands to them, And you will smile.
Time and time again, These porcelain pieces prowl across the board, Strategizing, Circumventing. And once one has gained the advantage, Should the other not accept it's fate?
     At the age of 7, I found a passion for literature that I had been raised to value. My mother new the benefits of opening the door to a positive outlet for a young woman that was destined to go through Hell and high water.
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