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Aug 2018
Sorry, to say.
I'm not you.
Would want to be.
For I am me.

As individuals, we aren't the same and shouldn't be.
Why be the same?
Twins aren't the same although we think they are.
It's the illusion of the eyes.

Look closer and you notice their differences.
Might be the nose.
Might be the eyes.
Might even be the smile.

One might be smaller.
One might be tall.

They all can say when wrongly called by name.

I am me.
And you are you.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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