Everything I am is simply a collection of everyone I have ever been around.
None of it is my own.
Physically and meta-physically, I am not myself.
I am a masterpiece of life, surrounded by all the other masterpieces exactly like me in every originality. Everywhere I go, everyone I meet, every step I take, every breath of air I take in shapes me, changes me, reforms me to a new standard.
I am simply a piece of clay in the hands of a world of potters.
I fear this, that nothing about me is truly me; and that makes me wonder: "Is that fear even my fear?"
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I am proud of this, that nothing about me is anything but me; and that makes me recognize: "Even my faults are my own."
The world is simply a piece of clay in my potter's hands.
Everywhere I go, everyone I meet, every step I take, with every breath of air I take in I shape, I change, I reform myself to my own standard.
I am a masterpiece of life, surrounded by all the other masterpieces exactly like me in every originality.
Both in body and in mind, I am me.
All of it is mine.
Everything I am is defined by myself, like a self portrait of a man with no shame.
Everything I do is by my own accord.
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