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Tuesday

I forget who I am most of the time, which makes

things difficult (to say the least). We are

all focused on names, backgrounds,

family ties, friends of friends of friends.

Which makes sense. Who are we if we

are not us? But then, if you forget

who you are, it does pose a problem.

Nobody likes a nobody (not a

milk-carton type of nobody).

So I guess I'll just sit in the

bleachers with the

handicapped and

the clinically insane,

and we'll watch

THEM

[the ominous Them/They]

tear down what

was left of

ME.


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