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I am me.
That's a fact.
The problem is I always believed I would die before 16.
I almost did. Kind of a close call.
I feel like I should've died there.
I can recognize myself when I see pictures of me in 7th grade.
And younger.
I don't understand HOW I got here. This far. I'm almost 18.
I love myself. I love all and every part of myself.
But I don't understand.
How am I here? How do I look like this?
Why did I have to experience the things I did.
Why me.
Why. me.