Carry On

But, no.

I am me for a purpose

I am me for a calling

I am chosen to be myself

No longer will I wish to be Cassandra

I will use my writings to be myself

To say what I wish to say

Not to be someone else

I confess

I am imperfect

The real me is insecure, unbeautiful

But I am Rachel for a purpose, and I will carry on.

The End

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