Who am I?
I am many things.
I’m a student.
I’m a friend.
I’m here.
I’m there, and everywhere.
I’m happy.

Who am I to others?
To some I’m a student.
To some I’m a friend.
To others, a nuisance.
And still to some I’m just a face, another stripe in the tapestry of life.

Who am I, really?
I’m just a person.
I’m nothing extraordinarily special.
I live, I exist, I do.
But I am changing.
Tomorrow I could be someone else.
I am not who I was yesterday.

Who will I be tomorrow?
I can’t say for sure.

But as for today, I know who I am:
I’m a restless child, longing anxiously for the day he gets to add another candle to his cake.
I’m the strangest train journey; I have a definite point of departure and an undefined destination, but I know I’ll enjoy the ride.
I’m the lone voice that doesn’t want to be heard, but loves to make a spectacle.
I’m a nonconformist, an artist, my life being my masterpiece.
I’m just me.

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