If you ask me what my name is, I'll answer with an adjective that isn't mine and doesn't come up from me, but it's a name my parents were inherited to me, just because they had to.
If you ask me who I am, my mouth would love to speak but my brain is scattered and my heart is confused, so you'll hear no words coming out.
So for me, is wrong to answer with your name in the "who are you" question. Because you don't know who you are until you create something. You have no identity if your appearance on this earth, is just a name.
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My Secret Phone Notes
شِعرWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
