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Do you really know who you are?

Can you explain it in 25 words or less?

And is that really you?

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I've only met one person

who could honestly tell me

they knew who they were.

And I wanted,

very much,

to fall in love with him.

But people like that don't change,

don't adapt,

don't concede,

and I found

after many months of trying

that all I could do

was respect him with every

melancholy beat of my blood.

That was in 1992.

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All I know now

is that I am Alexis.

I used to be Lex

and then I was Alex

and then I was Lexi.

And they aren't distinct personalities,

and my mind is perfectly sound.

But all they are is in me.

I outgrew each of them,

but harbored them secretly,

silently

in my memories.

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