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My resemblance to unreality manifested in the reflection of a bathroom mirror this morning. Jagged edges conveying and surrendering themselves in search of an indefinable translucency.
Who you are and what other people think you are varies as much as my sleeping patterns of late. Mold back to a daily chain of predictable life and we’re once again definable, translucent to the peers we seek acceptance from while under the rule of an ambiguous authority.
posted by Rob at 5:23 PM
1 Comments:
Who I am and who people think I am varies by a great amount. I put on a face every day for work.
I like your blog and how personal it is. I plan on returning.
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