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Half Full Kinda Girl

With everything I've done and seen, I look at my glass. I stare and stare and yet day after day, my mountains have always turned into molehills, my big feet first trip and then land me right where I'm supposed to be. I see the bright side, but then again, I always see the bright side. I'm a half full kinda girl and this is my world.