What am I? A shell of a person that can be formed how you wish...or someone without shape that you can mold to your own wishes? No! I am a sturdy shell filled with hopes, dreams, and plans for my life. A contorted shape becoming something unusually new every day. Yes, a piece of art being molded and modeled, reformed and broken. But the pieces inside of my heart never change. They are never broken up and reformed. They all clump together without the chance to sift through each other and eliminate those lost.
I am me. Nothing more and much less... a normal person.
A dreamer and a wisher.
I am me. Nothing more and much less... a normal person.
A dreamer and a wisher.
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