Who I Am
I am a child of the summer nights,
Wild and carefree,
Calm and careful.
I am a prisoner,
Longing to return home,
To a home so far away.
I am an artist,
Who paints with words,
A picture more vivid than any photo.
I am a lover,
Of music and magic,
Of friends and of family.
I am unique,
As we all are,
In our own way.
I am me.
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