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I Am MeI am from the pile of crumpled pieces of paper on the floor, from Kraft, moving trucks and slamming doors.I am from that one place, then another, then back.I am from clover and chains, the meters of wilted sweet in the sun.I am from tacos at least once a week, from Michelle and Corey and Gaston and Douglas.I am his "burrito", his girl, his one, where insult-based humor is the norm and words are never enough. I am from a place where I knew only of the backyard and my bed, from being dragged between home and home. From "carrots will give you boobs" and "Papa's monkey, Nana's dolly, Momma's baby".I am the kind of person that places my life within a song, then lives it to the tune.I am from tearful emotions and poor poetic writing skills, from not caring and continuing writing this anyway 'cause I can and I have to.I am from a family where isolation is a reward and dinners consist of silence with a side of awkward.I dream of lights, laughter, love, and life. Of e
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