March 2012
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I ask myself all the time
Who is the real me—the person I am 95% of the time, or the person I am when my mind breaks down? Who do you think is the real you?
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“Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me...”
– Straylight Run ‘Existentialism on Prom Night’
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