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Despite my belief that I must be in the wrong species,
I am coming to terms with the idea that I am, in fact, human.

I am sentient.
It is obvious that I possess a consciousness.
I am capable of perception.

I am able to reason.
I can imagine.
I express.

Yes, this is all exciting to me, but something still seems to be missing.

I speak, but I always question it.
How it forms words.

Sometimes, I feel that if I were to take a step back and watch myself,
I wouldn’t be able to make sense of the noise coming from my mouth.

I don’t feel comfortable in this particular biota.
I lose sleep in this time scale.

Still, I am coming to terms with the idea I am, in fact, human.