The story I'm going to tell, is not my story.
It's a story whose end, leads to its middle
or in some point of its beginning.
Penelope, sometimes I'm not me.
I mean I'm not the one
I would like me to be.
It's like sometimes
things make you...
things lead you to be something...
while you wish
you were something else.
Yourself.
I want to stop that eventually.
I want to be me.
Even for a little moment.
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