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| Milk Wood |
It's me. I'm the one who wrote that. When you look at me, you'll know what it's like to be me. But you don't look. You don't. You're inside yourself in a world of fantasy that exists only in your head. A chosen blindness that makes everything collapse. But you're not worried. No. You prefer it this way. You are you, and everyone else is not real. So, when you look in the mirror, you will pretend to find out what it's like to be me, and I'll say "that is me". But you won't know, and you won't care.
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