Why am I me?

Why am I me? Why are any of us who we are? What makes us unique? Its not our DNA, our blood, that can be shared, given to all whom need it. So what is it? Why am I me? Is it our memories, our feelings? They to can be shared. If you do something with some1, they have the same memories, but they’re not the same person as you. ‘The- feeling is mutual’, the feelings the same, but they’re not me. Why am I me. I know why I’m me. Its not blood. or memories. or feelings. Its fear. That’s the only thing that you have that you cant share, your deepest darkest fears and dreads. That’s what makes you you. All those repressed memories, feeding on your subconscious, the ones that, if you ever think about them make you sick to your stomach and want to die, make you weep and cry, make you who you are.