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      Who am I anymore, I sit here and ponder, I'm still recognizable from the years before. Yet, something different it seems has stirred up inside me.  Almost like bad dreams, the past several years seem. I really don't care to boast about what all I survived, but lately it's like I've finally been revived. No longer do I need to blend or run and hide, my soul did mend, the symptoms didn't just subside. 
   Who am I anymore, Stronger, hope-filled with more newly found optimism than in the past, whole again at last. Skilled now in how to thrive, with an emphasis on self-knowledge, I'm truly alive. The world and the future I behold, until now the mystery of living life was greatly undersold. 
   Who am I anymore, that I'm excited about what's in store? Being so full of wanderlust, I'm back to seeking out new experiences glore. Once more in friends, I entrust with my heart, I'm ready for every obstacle and challenge. Confident in my own skin, I'm striking out to explore everything that transcends my life before. If life is a dance, it's time to get out there on the floor. 
    Who am I anymore, that I will fully admit I'm nervous but don't want to bail. Anything new and I'm immediately torn, between doing it and will this be when I fail. The adventure awaits, even though sometimes it leaves me to scorn. I don't want to miss out, so if I think I won't die and be full of trust, no doubt. Not ready to throw caution in the wind, but sure to know when to say when.  Some nice mix of responsible and wild with, a bit of spice thrown in. 

        Who am I anymore, honest and real deeper than you know how I still feel. It's hard to find anyone with a like mind. Someone who tells it straight, to whom I can relate and be kind.  With few secrets and no lies, nobody can see how fast my trust hits rewind. Willing to give a chance, now it must take a lot more than just a glance and a smile, with some I'll walk a mile. Placing a high value on the few closest to me, because of them my cheeks remain dry and a rosey hue. Somehow they can see right thru to the hidden me.
   
  




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