Every spring, without fail, the peach tree next to my childhood home begins to bloom. Similarly, I would succumb to death. A vicious cycle that never ceases, leaving any individual vulnerable and with no one to rely on. With nothing to identify who I once was, I'm left feeling empty and dark. Except for my name, Kinsley. Throughout the countless times I'm reborn as a different person, it's always stuck with me, giving me hope. I hold onto the only piece of my identity with fierce determination. This name represents my first life. That I had people who cared for me, loved me. Without this name, I probably wouldn't be where I am right now. Which is in danger, but that's beside the point. The point is this name gave me power and with this power, I can finally find myself, my true identity, my purpose in life. Or maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. 

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a/n: i have no clue where this idea came from. it just popped into my head at some point and i ran with it. - A.Y.