I am...
I am...
Who am I?
Born February 20th, 1997.
The second of three girls.
A Pisces and an Ox.
Bullied from the beginning.
People see what they want to see.
And to them, what am I?
A loner?
A fat-ass?
A girl who sits alone with a book in her hands and tears on her face?
Why am I?
Because I breathe?
Because I understand others?
Because I care?
Because I am the only one who can be me?
Who, what, why... none of it matters.
I am me. No one can deny that.
I am one in charge of my existence, who makes my decisions.
Quirky, charming, empathetic, pathetic...none of these words describe me.
I am...
Unique.
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