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Being a part of something was never really of great importance to me.

In life, I am floating- a balloon let loose to brave the sky with no real destination in mind. Not even the wind guids me. I am truely alone.

No, that’s a lie.

I’ve always had a feeling. A burning in my chest that told me I did have a destination, a goal, something to live for. This is the earth beneath my feet, the sky above me, my cage of earth and old. I cling to the bars, pressing them to my cheek until my body is imprinted with proof I truly exist.

This feeling has always been there, and has become as much apart of me as the skin that holds me solid, as the blood that makes me warm.

I feel, I am here, I am real.

Still, i have yet to discover this destiny.

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Life is a strange state of being, if you could even call it that. It's honestly quite a bit larger than I expected. I am not very good at introductions, so I suppose I will start with a generic hello. I am Mi_Chan, or, at least, that is one of the many names the people closest to me call me by. I created this website back in high school for a creative writing class, and have found it to be a good place to store away my thoughts. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, and am currently working on a novel.

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