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I am


I am bones, I am muscles, I am electricty firing at light speed

I am right handed, I am thick-thighed, I am black-haired but not naturally

I am a body and a brain, but who am I? 

I am someone

I am someone who likes to ride horses

I am someone who hates mushrooms

I am someone who never believed in the tooth fairy

I am someone who loves photography 

I am someone who makes mistakes

I am someone who loves giving gifts

I am me 

I am who I want me to be

 

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