i want to know who i am.
all i know is warmth
and the sound of your voice.
one day you stood in the sun
and i opened my eyes.
it was red,
and i didn't know who i was.
then i was born.
it was so strange and bright.
i was cold.
but then i was in your arms.
i was warm and i heard your voice.
you said, "Who are you?"
and i knew it was going to be ok
i would never have to be anything but me.
and we can learn who i am together.
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