I'm from sticky rice and accents,
To big mouths and foreign tongues.
I’m from a reeling reality and down to earth medication.
From chalky hands, to paint stained pants.
I’m from yelling to loving in five seconds flat.
To indecision and impulsive behaviors.
I’m from my own world of lilacs and paranoia.
From a loving family and not enough room.
I’m from standing still to walking backwards.
I’m from my own reality.
Nymphet Of The Forest Community Member 
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