conflict mysterious who am I
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I was born into a person I was meant to be
The molestation changed me into who I had to be
The beatings formed me into someone else
Moving with my mom changed me
Her neglect made me
I know who I am. Confident, happy friendly, unique. But who am I? Filled with darkness, envy, hatred,
and ever so bleak. So, who am I you ask? A person I tell you, a person looking in. I see who I am,
