Prologue
After making through my own life and as I look at myself back its strange when I look at my own image not that I haven’t seen it but because I have seen it so frequently from an age I don’t remember I have looked at myself till now. I am me and this is me but it feels foreign.
My life has been pretty much of a tale enough to write it off and screen it down. Unlike of what people thinks including myself in that people plural , I am not really what I look like and maybe it might be also why it feels so foreign.
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