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“who are you?” one once asked me.

you see, I think “who are you?” is an
overrated question.

you don’t wish to know or see the real me.

who are you?

I am a girl.

I am a girl with a story.

I am a girl with a broken story that
has no prince charming.

who are you?

I am a girl.

I am a girl who bottles it up because
I feel no one cares.

I am a girl who has to live and let go.

who are you?

you ask me who I am, but the answer
you seek is “I am a girl.”

you don’t with to know my personality,
or why I cry.

you don’t wish to know my broken
story with no prince charming.

“who are you?” one once asked me.

I simply replied with, “I am a girl.”

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