I would run, if I felt I wasn't fleeing,
I would change, if I couldn't stand my being,
I could lie, if I didn't care of its weight,
I could try harder, if I wasn't prepared to wait,
I should strive, and in doing so improve,
I should be proud, knowing all I am is true,
I am happy, and am glad to feel this way,
I am me, and that is how I plan to stay
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