Who are you?

This is a problem. A very serious question. A question that no one else can answer. Only you know the answer. You are alone, no one else.

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You love to laugh, very much laughing. But you don't laugh forever.

You will feel sad because of a joke that someone else is accustomed to; Lost because of someone else's neglect. But you still seem to have to keep laughing, because they think you should always laugh, all you cooperate with them, hide your emotions, pull that sad smile. You won't be sad, you won't be in pain, you won't cry. It doesn't matter if it's true or not.

They're used to it, they're used to your cheerfulness, generosity, and indifference. But even armor will have a day of wornness and dust, let alone such a you.

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You are very cute. But the first word is you, a complete you.

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You are a loner, immersed in your own world, not caring what others think. You have locked yourself in a kingdom, a kingdom of your own. No one knows what you're thinking, maybe even yourself.

You will always have a lot of strange ideas, maybe deviant, maybe unbelievable, but they never get out of your mind. In you, people always do not find joy, you are arrogant and cold. You don't have friends.

Everyone thinks you don't need friends, and maybe yourself. But when you see others smiling, will you also look down at your own lonely shadow? Alone...... That's a fitting adjective.

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You are a person, but you are not destined to live alone.

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People see you as the first to get there, and they say that you keep coming through the back door. People question you and deny you.

But you have also worked silently and stayed up late at night for countless nights. No one understands, no one supports. Because the world doesn't empathize, so there is no scruples. Others do nothing and give nothing, but they say it to you. You are angry, you refute, but rumors come like a tidal wave, as everywhere as air. You have nothing to rely on, you have nothing to do, you give up resistance.

But!

You're good, you don't need a reason in the first place.

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We are one of billions of people, like dust or dirt. But it is also the only dust, a shiny, different self. He loves to dream, sleep, and play, and does the same things as most people, but he is a different individual.

Who am I? I'm a human being.

What kind of person is he?

Well. Someone who only I know!