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May 15, 2013

My body pushes breath from my lungs. It’s a forceful breath of course. Because I don’t want to breathe. I don’t want to show any ounce of life. Because I fear people will notice me. I rather cringe and crumble in the corner. Than to be forced to stand, and let the world know I am here. To many people take attendance. And they expect me to be there. Although I rather not be. What’s the point, when there are already plenty like me. I’m simply a duplicate.

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My Name is Amina. Simple, Plain, and Different. I've been walking the Earth a total of 20 years. I don't know everything. I never follow fashion trends. I tend to instead set my own. People usually have dumb misconceptions of me. I'm generally nice, and only mean when I have to be. I don't follow everybody's expectations of me. I pretty much fail at pleasing people. I am no where near perfect. But for me that's okay. Being un perfect makes me who I am. I make mistakes everyday, but I learn from them. I love to meet new people. People just generally interest me. As long as you give me respect, you'll get it.

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