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I place my slippers by the bed,
Hoping I’ll wake up to find them where I left them,
I do this over and over, feeling the same.

Habits, feelings are ours
Our manners when we open a beer can or simply glance at something, someone.
No one can change our behaviors,
Though we might imitate another's manner for a while,
Like the weather, never repeated,
We can't become someone else.

An actor brought a book character to life,
But in my mind, they remained different.

As the years pass, we betray our habits,
Just as our altered bodies betray us,
Yet mannerism still dwells within us.

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[Twilight]

This made me conscious of, the uniqueness of our own thoughts and quirks. This is obvious of course, although in today's modern society; stereotypes are often used to define us. Or, we become "categorised" in line with so called "identity politics". For contrast with the mundane realities, mentioned in this piece; the world's of acting and fictional books are briefly touched upon. To me, this poem rings true in a genuine way; without any pretensions. Feel free to clarify, if and when I have ever misinterpreted any of your writing. When unsure about something, I usually tend to say; within a review. I accept "read requests" too, and hope that you keep on writing; and sharing it on here.