What am I really?

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I looked myself up in down in the mirror


Suddenly I heard a voice


"What are you?" It asked inquisitively


"I'm a girl."


"No, not that"


"I'm Bi."


"Nope, wrong again"


"Depressed?"


"No, child, not that either."


"pretty?" (A/N "lol no")


"No, not quite.."


Frustrated, I asked my own question


"Fine?! What am I then, tell me!"


The voice chuckled "Why do you use such silly words to describe yourself? It's quite foolish."


"What am I?! Just tell me!"


The voice paused, as if trying thinking of a good enough word to describe me


Then it spoke:


"Human."

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