By Scott Greenwalt
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Rocio isn't my name, I don't know my name yet
I am what you envision me as. Whatever idea you’ve concocted in your imagination about me is correct. Because what I write here doesn’t matter to you. I am everything and nothing, I am unreal and tangible, all at the same time. You are the beholder’s eye and I may be beauty or hideousness.
