2014

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New Year, new me.

Story of their lives each year.

Everyone is allowing the New Year to get to their head.

They are becoming things that resemble them least.

Story tellers, Writers, Actresses and much more.

They have all decided to gain and embrace traits least like them.

They hold their breath and hope to impress the multiple charlatans in their company.

They walk around with these masked faces expecting me to adjust to the new them.

I sit back unmasked watching them portray their fantasies.

I can't help but giggle when I see them struggle to transform into this new them.

Call me crazy, but it's a new me and I'm still the same me.

 

-Letter to the pretenders

 

 

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