"Who am I?"
"You're you?"
"No but really; who am I?
Am I the girl who sits there, breathing, blinking, seeing, just watching. Am I the girl who laughs way too hard at a joke it didn't deserve, the girl who smiles and hums when the air is silent.
Am I the girl you see maybe once or so a week, the one who's just there. Not ignored - not noticed. The girl who eats her food in little bites and cries at home alone. The girl you think about when it's cold and raining.
Am I the girl who smokes a little too much and clams up when you touch her arm. The girl who asks for love through those screaming red lines. The girl who cries through those dampened pillow sheets. Am I the girl who seeks for some light so sunken in the dark.
Am I the girl who wants to run away but stopped by those coward thoughts. The girl who seeks for love and flees when I come too close.
Who am I really, why do I exist? What is my meaning, what impact do I make? If my existence is so meaningless, what is my reason being here?
Give me a reason to live. I'm the girl who needs a reason, a reason to breath, to blink, to see, to be alive."
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FanficA girl who needed a reason, a quick self discovery. "Who am I?" She asked.
