I hate describing myself And I loathe explaining why when they ask to explain myself So that, I don't even have to try - AD94
Saturday, 19 March 2022
About Me to You
The truth is we can never objectively come to a conclusion on who we are and nor can anyone else because to them we are not a whole person who has lived a full life but fragments of memories that they may or may not remember correctly. So there you have it. The existential but frustrating angst of knowing that we will never be able to connect with a person on a deeper level ever. So the question is who am I. My answer is before a minute i was writing this...
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existential angst
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