I am a word
A string of alphabets
Carelessly wooven
Loosely shaped
Without a reason
Without rhythm
I exist
As plainly
As woodenly
As one can
As many do
But when you add
That magical touch
That essence
That soul
You
I become me
The word with a meaning
With an origin
With a reason to exist,
To be
Me
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