Wednesday, November 13, 2013


  Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and feel like I'm looking at a stranger. It's not real, this reflection. I'm not any more real than the next person. We all believe that we are special...maybe we are...all special. But we're not real. We're pretending in a physical form. We dress up like dolls to look like some kind of fictitious part. A part of what? Life?

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