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The Questions Date this form was created: This form was created on January 6th, 2014, at 8:51:35 AM. Full name of Character: Kyle Dakota Dillon. Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: When Kyle’s mother was pregnant with him, she desperately wanted to move to North Dakota, thus his middle name. To this day, Kyle still doesn’t understand why she would want to move to North Dakota of all the places in the world. Nickname(s): Ky, Double D. Reason for nickname: Ky is just a shortened version of his name, and his friends call him Double D (the term coming from the initials of his middle and last name) to annoy him. Race: White. O

'Who are these people?' I often ponder this thought while walking down crowded hallways. Every person rushing to class and every person lost in the haze has their own story to be told. And as I slowly trudge to my own class I wonder about these stories. I want to hear every one of them. I want to right grand adventures and tragedies and sins based off of all these people's stories. I want to write about every first kiss, last shot, every whispered "forget me not" I want to write and write about all these people around me that  I will never know I want to write about the fear and anger and sadness they never show Because I know that somewhere

In the mirror I see a passive Determined Ambiguous person But the people around me see an aggressive Pressured Tired girl. And I wonder, who is right? Who knows me better? There are flaws in both sides. For I may have easily formed a better version of myself One that is easier to wake up to One that I can see in the mirror not because it is who I am But because it is who I want to be. However the people around me May not know me quite as well as they think they do They do not know my motives or passions They do not know about the memories I hold in my hands or the cities in my shoes They know what they see, they know my outer core So perhaps

look into hazel galaxies that shine ever so bright with emotion and passion because they are a window to the soul and the further you go the more you know let every step forward into their mind be a loss of breath because the way they view the world and its infinite flaws is breathtaking gripping tight to their optimism and leaning on their passivity, lips flowing with constant creativity, never stopping to regret past decisions or bathe in swallowed nostalgia smiling through every day, even when the world is on their shoulders, reminding themselves that it'll all be okay, maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but it'll get better and if

the way he brings out a single human emotion makes me fall and brings me up against the dust i have found that he’s killing me so slowly but i don’t wanna let him down the same way i have myself so i stand my ground and watch from afar i watch the laughter and the smiles he reminds me much of a racing car because he’s moving through life too quick for me to catch him i promised i would never love him again and i promised that his jokes would never phase me but the promises that i made just can’t be kept because of the way he makes me see that i’m still human even when i dont want to admit it, not at all because