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Do you see me?
I do not need the sun. I like the night.
Do you see them?
They do not need the sun. They like the stars.
One day when there is only night, I shall be the sun.
I am the chosen one.
When I look in the mirror I see so much more than myself, I see Africa.
I tug at my hair and watch it defy gravity, each strand standing tall and proud, refusing to fall like the great pyramids in Egypt.
