I Am
I am Green Eggs and Ham. I am Barney's Mr. Beeper Bopper. I am the little girl who loved animals and hated seafood. I am the positive passer-by, the curious that the cat never caught, the gust in the wind gently blowing against the norms. I grew then into the fly on the wall of every room, fluttering unnoticed through the walls into the hearts of the heards. Growing still then into rebellion of what is deemed as the average longing to live forever extravagantly in the moment. Growing still, and still growing. I am... Forever Metamorphasis.
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