Stories
My life story will never be the life I lived. It will be
whatever stories people think they know of me, whether true or not; as long as
they think they have found the “true” me. But I know, as many should guess,
that what “truth” lies in my life is hidden to all, including me.
What fun it will be to see the petty attempts by all to know
what does not know itself.
But it won’t matter, for they will still believe that they
know more about me than I know of myself.
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