Undefine me.

No object defines me, not on its own or in concert with any number.

My friends show the type of company I keep, but they are not who I am or who I want to be.

It may be good, it may be bad, and while they may be true, what others think of me doesn’t define who I am.

The intentions behind my actions, and the things I connect with, shapes my interaction in the present, but it does not define me.

Why is there a need?

What purpose is served?

Undefine me.


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