I Imagine

I'm a Demigod. I pick up Riptide and kill a dragon.
I'm a wizard. I pick up my trusty a phoenix feather wand and conquer my nemesis.
I'm a Tribute. I pick up my bow and arrow and shoot perfectly every time.
I'm  Divergent. Therefore, One choice can change me.
I'm a Time Lord. "Allons-y!" I yell as I stride toward my TARDIS.
But Riptide is a pencil and the dragon is a cardboard box.
But My wand is a feather duster and my nemesis is the vacuum.
But my Bow and Arrows are just some barbeque skewers that bounce off trees.
But whether I choose the red or blue pajamas, my life really won't be changed.
But my family thinks I belong in a mental hospital for speaking french and trying to fit into our fridge.
I just want to fit in. But being myself is more important. Because, if you really want to fit in, you'll just have to be
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