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Identity Crisis

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Long after midnight in late December woke one night in total fright as where I was did not remember but more importantly couldn't see the forest for the trees and did not recall myself at all or who exactly was this me but when I could it would feel so good as then I'd be out of the woods so instead of groping blind did quite the obvious thing which then did spring to mind made my way across the floor stumbling fumbling 'til I stood before the full-length mirror on the wall beside the door and to behold the sight with my sore and tired eyes wisely switched on the light illuminated lo there was I in all my glory I found myself end of story

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