Me
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Sheree Gillies, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2010
From the time when I first entered the world, I was me
It was who I was meant to be.
As I grew, memories were made
My memories are bricks that have been laid.
They pave the road that i have to travel
My pain hurts like the fresh burn of gravel
As the pain fades I can still feel the scars left behind,
My friends and family are kind
They heal me.