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I feel strange…I really don’t know what I am. In mind I’m almost a woman, in body a young woman. I am almost a woman, but what am I now? I’m no child. I am mature. I know much; I’m somewhere in between. I’m confused–that’s what I am. One day I’ll long for a baby in my arms or a man’s strong arms to hold me…the next, for freedom, respect.
