realizations of an 18 year old girl named cindy.
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Sunday, April 25, 2010
Everyday, I look in the mirror, but sometimes I don't recognize myself.
Is it my hair? Glasses? For some reason, I don't think so.
Everyday, something happens that contributes to who I am.
I am a different person everyday.
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