The
man that I see isn't me, but whom do I tell or what am I to do; without fear of
being put away? Hundreds of photos would confirm this, present and past;
sure I've aged a bit but you can still see the resembling. I look nothing
like that person staring back at me.
E. L. Pleasant
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