I am a student;
but, I'm not just a student.
I am the painter of my life,
stained with wild aspirations.
I am the trier who runs,
until she runs out of air.
I am the guard of hope,
keeping the light of life.
I am the creator of ideas,
locked in musty notebooks.
I am the weaver of dreams,
spinning scattered threads.
I am the carrier of guilt,
my flaws, my faults, my sins.
I am the flow of feelings,
tickling and stinging the eye.
I am a sister, a daughter,
but I also am a living soul.
When you ask me who I am.
I might not be able to tell.
I put it as best as I could.
This is me and so are you.
We are not just our tags, our professions, or our relations, we are much more. Don't you forget that🙃
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