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I listen to my favorite album

as it turns twenty years old.

I think about who I was then:

that innocent girl,

never been kissed,

never been touched.

She wore her insecurity

on her sleeve,

and her actions reflected

her low self-esteem.

And in these twenty years,

boy, did I make mistakes,

over and over again-

stumbling on my own feet.

But I'd like to think

I'm starting to find my balance.

I believe I'm more aware

of what trips me up 

and able to avoid my pitfalls.

It's taken me twenty years

to finally grow up,

but better late than never.