Who am I?

Am I the girl you can always count on?

Am I the girl that hangs the moon?

Am I the girl that makes you weak in the knees, or am I the girl who left too soon?

Am I the one that haunts your dreams?

Am I the one that never hears your screams?

Who am I?

I wonder this daily.

In your 20s it’s hard to really say you know,

but once in awhile the questions drown you so.

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