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Oct 2016
My family has always been strange in that we rename everything
And it always made sense to me
They called me something different depending on how I was acting
They've always done it
Except...
I'm the only one whose nickname changes
Depending on whether
I'm snarky and salty and full of Puck-like mirth
                       or
I'm depressed and growling and listless
                        or
I'm light and smiling and childlike, pure joy

and they never overlap and I wonder
which is the real me?
I wake up and instantly know which kind of day it will be depending
On who I wake up as and it seems that most people can't tell the differences between me and... me.

I've always told people that it doesn't matter what they call me-
I often don't recognise myself in the first place
Eventually I'll figure out who they refer to anyway.
Kimberly Lore
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Kimberly Lore  25/F/North Carolina
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