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Sep 2019
What is identity,
if not freedom to express such?
For we are ever fleeting,
ever growing.
We are our mothers, fathers,
our teachers, our friends
and our brothers.

For you who is grasping at an identity
I say,
        Live Free
For those who cannot.
nellie
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nellie  19/F
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