Who am I?
I am my deeds.They are often dark, always strange, but never malicious.
I am my words.
They may sting, always feel cold when they set on your soul, and yet the intention is always to better the world around me with my spoken insight.
I am my choices.
Sometimes selfish, often wrong, and sometimes right. Yet always bringing me to my goal.
I am my past.
A thing best left unspoken, for my nightmares bring it racing back often enough without encouraging it's dread reminiscence.
I am my future.
The future shifts, but mine would be a shifted one regardless.
I am my connection.
The people around me are often darker than I, but there are those that shed a glimmering light on my feeble walk of half-life.
Last, I am my end.
I may never reach it, but it shall be the day that summarizes all others into one binding page of my life. I just need to make it worth reading.
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