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the past, a whirlwind of perspectives coalesce into a tale some hidden some warped some unknown. humans so multifacted, akin to history. i wonder will i ever know all the sides there are to me? or shall parts of me too remain in the dust of what's beyond reach. an untold, undiscovered self.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
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the past, a whirlwind of perspectives coalesce into a tale some hidden some warped some unknown. humans so multifacted, akin to history. i wonder will i ever know all the sides there are to me? or shall parts of me too remain in the dust of what's beyond reach. an untold, undiscovered self.
Like how history has a dominant perspective to an event i wonder what is my side that most people perceive. And another fear of my list of many fears is of course the fear of not knowing myself.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
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