I Am

January 7, 2016

I am that person who laughs

really loudly,

in the back row of the theatre

The person

who lays in the middle of the sidewalk

to stare up at the skyscrapers

I am not: pretty, perfect, mundane, normal

I am not a person who fits into the box of what you want me to be

I am me

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