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I am simply me.

There is not much to tell.

I can’t spell it out, its something you feel.

I can tell you my dreams,

passions, and plans, but I can’t tell you

the essence of who I am.

It’s something you learn

through time spent together.

In moments of laughter,

tears, and disasters.

In moments of tether,

smirks, and silence.

Moments make memories.

Memories create essence.

My essence.

I can tell you my dreams,

passions, and plans, but I can’t tell you

the essence of who I am.

So, I have one simple request:

If you care to truly know me,

lets make a memory.

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