I woke up that morning under the crisp white sheets and wondered...
Who am I?
I am Amelia, that much is certain. But who is Amelia? Not the girl that everyone sees in the halls of school, that's for sure.
Who is Amelia? Not the girl that my parents are proud to claim as their daughter, that's for sure.
Am I even their daughter? Or am I someone else?
Who am I? I'm really curious.
I am a girl, I think, but not in the traditional sense. I'm not cis, but I'm not trans, either.
I am 21, I think, but that doesn't mean much. Age is but a number, and this number doesn't add up.
Who am I? This doesn't feel right.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5XxmNCrPI8
My body is not my own, I'm just inhabiting it for a while. It's a strange sensation.
I am me, but that means nothing to me. Nothing.
Who is Amelia?669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBUKgol4rHy
Oh, I don't know. That crazy girl who sits in the back of class spaced out?669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0f88lCuXlY
No, no, no. She's the girl who is constantly dissociating.
Who am I? Is this body my own? What is going on?669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6tjAWIOVDS
Oh, I know. I'm dissociating. Again.669Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbtXnhOojrw
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