i write and draw, it's simple
I hate living like this, no one truly know me, not even the peoples that live in the same room with me for more than one year. I don ’ t even feel familiar with myself. It seems like I am just a shadow following my name, forever being separate with my identity. Wherever that name is called, I started to question myself. Is this really who I am. What am i. I know that I am my mother child; I am my father hope. But i will always just be something, a name, a memory. Outside of being daughter, or a girl, or a student? And if I didn’t do all the thing that everyone else have remember me with, have crave my name into. Would I still be myself. Would I be anything at all?
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