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BIOGRAPHY
Every morning I cling to the remnants of sleep like
a child clinging desperately to a bottle. I refuse to leave the
womb that is my bed and face the world that lies beyond it. Yet
as hard as I try, reality slowing creeps into my warm untainted
world and I have to struggle to remember who I am and what I知
here for. When I think of myself no face, no shape, no name comes
to mind. I am the offspring of two people I know nothing about. I
am the product of two clashing cultures. I am me. I am what I am.
I could tell you where and when I was born, who my parents and
siblings are, what school I go to, what classes I like but, as
much as those things impact me they are not who I am. You will
only know me through my writing.
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