my soul is well, yet my mind is lost in an Identity crisis.
my heart is full, yet the nature of Me starves...
is it shameful that I choose to write this?
am I shameless for sharing my confusion through the only medium that I find tangible to thought?
You have a voice...
...why shouldn't I?
does it bother You that I speak differently?
...as if by choice, and not by Fate, Nature, or faith inWill?
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