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I myself am made entirely of flaws,

stitched together with good intentions.

I am the combined effort of every person I've ever known, every book I've read, every movie I've seen. I take the character into myself, and pretend like it's me staring out at the people around me. Open any page on an Augustan Burroughs memoir or Chuck Palahniuk novel, an e.e. cummings poem, and you will find a piece of me laid out there. I give myself to the world and stay hidden from it.

I am an open book and yet a complete mystery, even to myself.
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