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Writing
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About Me Life is full of flaw. I can accept that. We create ourselves, but people don't see us the way we are. To you; I'm just an external image with a name. If I were to give you an internal piece of me, you would never fully fathom it. To percieve all that I am, you must bear the gift I hold. Only then could you see into my soul and grasp who I've become, the person I've always been.
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