Question
Who are you?
A seamingly simple question. That just requires a four word answer.
I am my name, but that is not my answer.
My blood is southern aritcrat, with the pride of the wandering gypsey in my heart.
My bones proclaim me native while my skin cries something differant. I ;ike to
write poetry but cannot write prose. I used to speak with a lisp, but thanks to
some doctors now I do not. I do not understand sarcasm and wit is lost on me,
But give me dry humor and I can laugh until there are tears in my eyes, I hate
being called cute, although I have a pixie face. I am a child of the night and
despise the morning. I read a little too much and probably should do more math.
I enjoy science and drama. And participate in both.
But all they really want is just simply my name.
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