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N.J. Tomcatx

Concise & very thought-provoking. Makes me wonder if there is an unlabeled or unedited version of myself (probably not).

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.Rob

I thought the same thing as I was writing this, I believe we all have a version of each it’s just a matter of how many labels or edits we have to uncover from the decades of trying to fit in  and mold ourselves based on our environment . 

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