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Voice.
I have a voice.
Not a loud one, but quiet.
Not high-pitched, but not deep.
My voice is a normal one. Completely normal. It blends in with the crowd. But the thing is, I don't. I stand out like a red leaf mixed with the green. Even though it is completely in tune with the others, my voice can be heard throughout the school.
I am unique, the voice, carried by the wind and the rain. I am here. I have a voice.
I am the voice.
I am me.

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This was inspired by my friends, who have helped me be who I am now! Before I had them, I was a wallflower, doing nothing but read all day. Now, I'm one of the loudest people at my school. Thanks, guys! I love you!