"I WAS BORN WITH THIS CURSE, I CAN'T HELP IT," she said. "No matter how hard I try, I am numb. I cannot feel what others feel but I can see what others cannot see. I am bitter and I am indecisive. This runs through my veins. I've wasted my youth under the covers wondering why everyone else seems to have a fixed identity, you know, like they've known who they are from a young age. But I'm lost. I know I'm meant to be Lily, but I don't know who she is." At this moment, the room seemed to feel colder, the lights seemed to dim, and the air seemed to feel dry.
"Who are you?" an unknown voice from across the room said.
"I'm a myth. I'm not real. I don't exist. I am a figment of your imagination. I'm nothing but I can promise you I will be everything."

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