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DUDE YOU SAID YOU WERE GONNA BE HERE WITH SOME FOOD AND SOME LIGHTER, a working lighter, I DONT CARE ABOUT THE WEED BRO, I DONT CARE, IM JUST SO HUNGRY BRO AND I REALLY NEED YOU, AND YOU DIDNT SHOW UP, THATS SOMETHING TO BE BASHED FOR, YOU DIDNT SHOW UP BRO I HAVE HUNGER PAINS I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR WEED THAT YOU DIDNT GET, OK, I DONT CARE ABOUT THE WEED THAT YOU DIDNT GET, COME OVER WITH SOME FROZEN CHICKEN SCHNITZELS PLEASE MY BRO, BECAUSE I WAS WAITING, SO ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ LONG FOR A HOMIE TO ROCK UP AT MY HOUSE AT 11 AM.

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This is me. This is the shape that let others recognize me as myself. It is my symbol for myself. This is, this is, and this is as well. Representations. Everything is merely a description, not the real myself. Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me.
Then what am I?