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I'm all me. Me is all that I am and all I'll ever be.

Countless times I've found myself at a loss, unable to say a word. People. They walk away more then they stay. They whisper words among each other. Weird, they say. Strange. But it's the ones who stay who find me.

I am me.

I'm rough and coarse, my mouth gets ahead of me sometimes and the sarcasm leaps away and bites.

I brush my finger tips across different worlds, warily watching them from a distance. It's useless. I always end up completely submerged anyway.

I find myself whispering Lumos in the dark. I battle armies in the name of Ylisse.  I jog the streets of Japan and dare Light to write my name. I tame a field under the Harvest Moon. I take naps in the gardens of the
 Phantomhive Manor.  I laugh and dance with skull kid under the flickering green light cast by the trees.

I am me.

I run barefoot through the grass, my hair flies behind me in a tangled mess.  

Flour coats my jeans and graphite silvers my hands. My long fingers are quick, they scribble stories and sketch out my dreams. I flop on the
 ground sometimes just to stare at the sky. I watch it and wonder if any one watches it with me.

I am me.

I wear music like a cloak. It fills me up and I spill it out. Quiet hums of solitude. Off-note skips down a hall. A sweet accompanist to a piano piece. A fierce uncontrollable shout with a drumming beat.

I am me.

I am the watcher of thousands of words. I cannot own them so I admire them. I reach out in hopes of them sweeping close and a giddy delight washes over me when they do so. 

I am the keeper of black ink, the guardian of yellowed pages.

I am a teenage girl who fantasizes grand things and builds mountains out of mole hills.

I am me. 

Yes. I suppose I very well might be weird and strange.

But perhaps that IS me.

~Ever here, here I'll stay