I am curious and observant
I wonder why people are cruel
I hear the soft rustling of leaves
I see the beautiful colors of the sunset
I want to move back to my old school
I am curious and observant
I pretend to know things Im clueless about
I feel tired
I touch the rough bark of a tree
I worry about failing
I cry seeing break ups
I am curious and observant
I understand my place
I say to always put your trust in God
I dream of becoming an artist
I try to be positive
I hope my sisters will stop treating me like dirt
I am curious and observant
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