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I’m not the person I used to be,
I’m just a facsimilie.
Once I laughed, once I cried,
Now I just smile and sigh.
By SamCat on 05.31.2017
it’s one people that is not
By silviamaria on 05.31.2017
She’s a reasonable facsimile of her brother, but not nearly as productive, the man complained.
She is him, he was transgendered, her boss said.
She’s not as good.
She is the same.
By Zhelana on 05.31.2017
its the same thing as yesterday. stupid.
By ian URL on 05.31.2017
What’s this? A black and white facsimile of his right hand?
He held his palm to the paper. What a world he was born into, yet again.
By asavas on 05.31.2017
I’ve heard about an inventor that created a machine with two pens. One for the writer to hold, the other to match the movement. He could write two pages at the same time.
By Cat on 05.31.2017
Its freezing cold and I cannot feel my fingers on the keys. They are moving as if pulled by strings, a facsimile of my thoughts are being acted out in the words appearing on the page, leaping and jerking clumsily across the screen as my fingers move.
By Meredyth URL on 05.31.2017
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.