i owe all that i am to all those i've known.
there are parts of me that can never be reached,
but who i am becoming changes with each face i meet.
i am a collection of the collective,
a mold in progress
shaped by the breaths and actions of the many i've known
and the few that i've loved.
i am a child's smile
the tears of a friend
a mother's addiction
the tirals of a sister
a father's wisdom
the words of a teacher
a stranger's helping hand.
a unique and formless measure of the world.
we are creator and creation, ever growing and overflowing.
i owe all that i am.
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