A poem from my thirteen year pre-teen self

I was reminded recently by my younger sister of these ‘lost words’ who used the poem while she was in a French program in Quebec this summer. Now that I’m trying to work out a personal statement for law school that in true express who I am, I find myself glancing back in life. And so here is a version of me about seven years ago. 

I wonder what to do sometimes 
what’s going to happen to me 
who will I be 
what will I be 
where will I be 
I wonder sometimes


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