What are you?
What do you mean? What am I?
Do you mean where Im from?
Or is the places Ive seen?
Because frankly sir I do not know what you mean...
Is it the things Ive done that you want to know?
Or is it the fears that I do not show
What about the people who I love most?
You would have to be more specific I am a wh0, not a what.
And to answer your question, Im just like you but different.
Equal, but like the range colors in nature , not entirely the same.
So before you ask me again, What am I?
Think of the different hues in nature, Do you question it?
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