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I am not a remarkable being,
I have certain qualities that may make me seem so.
But I am not.
A sharp tongue and even sharper wit,
Forced on me by years of torment.
A will of steel and the assumption that,
Everyone will cause me pain.
A strangely diverse and laquatious mastery of language,
The legacy of childhood years spent amoung adults.
A keen desire to absord what knowledge I can,
For many years knowledge was my only friend.
A creative if somewhat warped mind,
A side effect of living in my own little world.
A prematurely learned control of silences,
Be they angry, indignant or otherwise.
The ability to adapt my mind and speech to my enviroment,
Almost instantly.
But if you take these away,
I am no-one.
Just anothe nondescript face,
In a gently undulating crowd.