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To Let You Know Who I Am

This is my first biography. It is a testament to my kind. Here we go, Here we grow, Now we know. What is the first number you see? Is it your age? Does it come with a sticker? Do you win if you come in first? Do you lose if you are last? Will you outlast the rest? This is my question, This is for me. This is for you. Now think the same to yourself. What is the first number that I see? I see three, then I see two. Three sticky notes, and two options. I rip them off the side of the console. I stick them into my own brain. That's when I lose it! I lost it all. Your number is unknown to me. What was it? That will tell you who I am. It means the world, because it makes no sense. This is who I am. I am free from form, but I am all for form, At least some of the time, Right now I can only tell you, That I am what your number you saw, Says I am. I am that many, until my number I saw, Tells you otherwise, And I hope that event happens. Our event is going to take place. That will be our bio. Thanks for reading my biography.

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