She’s not
sure
who
she is.
No look seems to
fit her.
She’s
always changing.
Every second
of
every day.
She
never looks the
same.
Even how she
answers you.
Her
voice is
never the same.
Nor the
words she chooses.
Every second
of every day,
she is something
new.
Even now
as you watch her,
she is
not the same
as she was
only a second before.
She is always
changing;
different.
She is always
unique.
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