"Ezri Dax"
Here I am, so old yet so young
With many memories of different hosts
In the deepest of space
On the space station Deep Space Nine.

I'm s trill with great potential
In a body of at least 300 years and many personalities.
I replace a beloved person of the crew
So very new at this I am.

I worry about how to fit in and be accepted
By everyone still mourning Jadzia.
Could they ever like me?
Would Worf ever get to know me?

On this station I am a counsler.
I'll try to make some friends.
I hope to feel like I belong.
Here I am.
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