The Voice Who Spoke
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Last published Sat, Jul 25, 2020
Why am I writing? cause there's someone inside me always speaks. I have to know who am I and what I want for real. My original and that voice inside me aren't the same person. There's two me inside one body. Well, that's my story in short. What should I call it? The curious/mysterious case of Smyth? Maybe...
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