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150 Words

150 words. Who am I? Now its 142. I find it impossible to tell you who I am with 130 left. A numerical countdown. I like math, but now I'm under pressure. 117. Slice me down to digits, I know not who I am at such a young age, I'm in the unknown. 95. Should I find myself, I would misplace it, I cannot know who I am until life has gone by, a time where my life, would die. 69. I keep falling, hold my hand and help me keep in path, I have grown, and yet still in need of guidance, I want not to finish, or reach the end, give me hope. 34. Hope that I shall continue writing forever, under boundaries, breaking my limits, because that is part of who I am. 13. A little part which I am not even sure of. 2. That's all.

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My english teacher mentioned in class today, about colleges giving you 150 words to tell you who you were, just as an example, and I found it intriguing enough to write 150 words, exactly, about who I was. The parragraph above was the result.

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