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My name is Elizabeth Creekmuir,
I am sixteen-years-old,
And this is what I know…
I know that flowers will still bloom,
Robins will still lay their eggs,
And grass will still be green
No matter how bad my day is.
I know that no matter how far I have gone
Down the wrong road, I can always turn back.
I know that one of my ears is bigger than the other,
That when I smile really big, I smile crooked,
And I know that I don’t care.
I know I will always love sunsets, I will always love reading,
And I will always love the sound and feeling of laughter.
My name is Elizabeth Creekmuir,
I am sixteen-years-old,
And this is what I don’t know…
I don’t know what the next week, or even the next hour
Have in store for me.
I don’t know if I will always be a size four,
Or whether or not I will always have brown hair,
But I know that I don’t care.
I don’t know whether or not
I will always love drawing, the smell of babies, or the color blue.
I’m not sure what I’ll be doing
In the next twenty, or even ten years,
Or whom I’ll be doing it with.
I don’t know what life and all its wonder hold for me,
But I do know that whatever it is,
I will go at it
With open arms,
And my crooked smile.
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