Who am I? Tell me. Who am I? Who am I from this world? Who am I to live here? Questions started to cone to me, little by little, turn by turn, second by second, day after day. I always ask the hard question. Who am I? Am I human? What am I? An animal? Why am I here? Was I born? Where am I? Is this my hometown? How did I get here? Was I kidnapped? Little by little, my head goes down like a paper from the air, gently swinging down till I reached my table. Softly I laid down my head, trying to keep myself in answering the deep questions I have been thinking? Am I who I think I am? Is myself...really "myself"?
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Sarah's Divination
FantasyBeings. It describes a person. It describes a living thing. It may be good or bad. Without beings, the world would've been created for nothing. All people are the same. Created from blood, from sand, from leaves, from water, or from anything you can...
