Life Last time someone asked me who I thought I was I wasn’t able to come up with a coherent answer. I gaped and asked them what they thought. It’s because generally because I don’t add up. The some of my parts aren’t coherent, they don’t fit together. It’s like I’m fractured somehow into all of these bits and pieces and when I try and slot them into each other the shape is all wonky. I’m never what people expect, but at the same time I never really know what I’m expected to be. I’m incomplete.
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