pared to its quiet mood outside the door, hundreds of noises could be heard in here. A portion of this place was filled with happiness and pride. A billion colors flashed while someone strummed a guitar to a song of the Nine Muses. Marching bands and parades of smiles also filled the place. It would not be far-fetched to call it paradise. However, on the opposite side of this corner was a place of confusion and anger, a place that I remembered whenever I look into the mirror, drowning in frustration. The screams of faceless beings suffocated the air out of me. “Who am I?” they shouted. I do not know. I do not know if I ever will know. “What am I?” bellowed the identified creatures. Why are you asking me this? I want to be left alone.
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