Do we all feel like that? Feel like we don't know who we are? I do. I have always thought that. The real me is slipping away. Dissolving in the ocean. Like ashes of a dead man. A man of man games. That man is me. The old me. Why can't the real me show? Nobody needs to know. So I'll ship you off to a deserted island. Never to be seen again.
it's time
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