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my head is 2 full, but 2 empty. i speak in childlike diction, but i am cursed with knowledge from which ill never be free. i dissociate while reading the news and fairytales alike. no freedom from this prison but ive never known any different. how does one recognise the self in the mirror? in photographs? in their own voice? please dont look at me. i dont like what u see.