I am sweet and talented.
I wonder how people think of me as a person.
I hear the breeze of the waves at the lake front.
I see birds flying and babies crying.
I want to live my dream and watch my swagger go mean.
I am sweet and talented.
I pretend nothing really matters.
I feel a positive vibe.
I touch flower blossoms of day and night.
I worry about my relationship with my father.
I cry that we are not like normal father and daughter's.
I am sweet and talented.
I understand no body's perfect.
I say we will grow strong.
I dream that my godmother will show face on this earth again.
I try to replay her traits in the present world.
I hope people see the true me.
I am sweet and talented.
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