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Identity is a trial being fought out in the courtroom of the mind. Weary eyes and documents held high. The two attorneys in endless controversy; fear and hope. A booming voice echoes in halls of mahogany; ”My dear jury, I present to you the latest self-evaluation from the world of man!” And all to answer a question that never needed an answer; ”Am I enough?”
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
The courtroom of identity
Identity is a trial being fought out in the courtroom of the mind. Weary eyes and documents held high. The two attorneys in endless controversy; fear and hope. A booming voice echoes in halls of mahogany; ”My dear jury, I present to you the latest self-evaluation from the world of man!” And all to answer a question that never needed an answer; ”Am I enough?”
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27/M/Sweden
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
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