Identity
I don't think my identity has ever been strong when I envision my future I can truly see me becoming anything from the lowest of the low to the top person in society I put my fate in god's hand sometimes I'm not sure if its faith or unwillingness to make a plan I feel like my brain can be wired any way one day it's this another day it's that one day I like reading another I like math who am I at my core? am I kind, mean, loud, quiet? what have I put on as a mask and what did my real face look like again? I think I can feel the masks I've forged Melt into my skin....
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