Sunday, March 28, 2010

My Facade


No one sees me. No one knows who I really am. You think you do, but all you see are the parts I have chosen for you. I redefine myself for each and every one of you. I modify and tweak and adjust to satisfy whatever lens it is I have molded for you. Or you have molded for me. By now, I have long forgotten. Nonetheless, I am more than happy to oblige you all.

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