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Finding my happy...


All I know,

without doubt 

or question,

is that

the very best

version of me,

so far,

is right here,

right now.


Blue hair,

an awkward smile,

stupid jokes,

and terrible timing.


Always found with

a book,

a coffee,

a pack of cards,

in hand.


Determined,

intrepid,

passionate

and open.


Finally ready

for the world

that's been

waiting

for me.


I am not perfect.

But I'm just getting started.


And this

is the beginning

of becoming

the me

I always dreamed

I would be.


So bring on the adventure.

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