Am I a dancer, a painter, a mathmatician or maybe an austronaut? Am I white, black or inbetween? Do I bleed a different color than you? Is my blood blue? Do I see a different world when we look through the same eyes? Is my heart not as vulnerable as yours, open to love and so very easy to break? Does it not beat harder when I am angry, scared or flushed and in love? Can it not be hurt, broken and bruised? Who am I? Maybe a better question is who are you?
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