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The Girl I Want To Be


Let's say I'm that girl,
the one who makes your heart skips
Let's say I'm the one,
whom you tell your friends you want to keep
Assuming I'm the Marilyn Monroe of your mind
The girl who breaks, bends, unband and totally disarms you
Maybe, I could be the one whose match you can't find
Let's say I'm the one that makes you write
The one you'll never let go without a fight
Alas! there lies a great chasm between
the girl I am and the girl I want to be.

Have a positive day.
Dieko

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