Who am I? I don't know. Can you tell me? Or am I her?
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I used to think about who I was when I was young, a carefree, spirited girl. Now I don't know anymore, am I her or was I forced to live and act through her eyes cause of the conception of others views. Or am I thinking to much about it? I was told its choices, no matter how much I play the role I seem more and more out of place. Which makes me anxious and wish I didn't have to confine to the definition of choice. When in fact it never was my place to choose, but my parents can choose for me. Even though they say it's MY choice......
