Who am I?
I am many things to many people
A friend
An enemy
A lover
An object of hate
Make of me what you will, but I will always be me.
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Thrice today my heart sped to speeds that threaten life. It pounded in my chest and sent tingles through my veins. A nervous bird fluttering in a cage of my ribs. Staring past the bones it longs for the sky.