PS: There are a few mistakes in the captions hehehhe.
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I didnt know what to type in here when I first posted it. But now I do remember why I started writing this essay (I honestly don't know what to call it). I always wonder if I'm copying them or trying to be them when I pick up people's traits. I think this video answers my question.
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My life is an interpretation of all the people I’ve met. I am the white tee we all painted on the last day of our high school. I am this messed up art piece that y’all cherish because of the moments attached to it. Im putting random clips that do not align w my train of lines but a stranger on the internet did it and I loved it. I still draw daises on my notebook like an-almost friend did in high school. My glasses match with a friend I don’t talk to , anymore. I only started posting videos because my long distance friend made it look cool. I went running home to look up this artist that I wrote on the back of my hand because a girl I wanted to be friends in high school with loved it. I still like the artist. I get my so little sense of humour from my cousins. I’m a little fire ball like my father . I’m the river like my mother. Im a ball of sunshine like my brother. My wall is covered w posters that my best friend and I put together. My personality is a picked out character from the show that I watched last week. My mood is the little kid waving at me through the window of the school bus.
My confidence is the air of compliments that I managed to grasp while drowning.
Drowning. Drowning. I’m drowning in the ocean of fractions of everything you’ve ever said to me , everything I’ve ever seen , every book I’ve ever read or movie that I watched. I’m drowning and I wonder if there’s anything of my own in there.
Am I real? Or am I just that a mosaic of everyone I’ve loved.