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is a hologram of self because I lost myself long ago, in the woods, and everyone is still looking for me but all they will find is an image, one that looks like me, but that has no heart, no skin, no blood, only the shape of who I used to be</p><p id="ef4f">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="46a1">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="39bf" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com
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All I am or will be is a hologram of self because I lost myself long ago, in the woods, and everyone is still looking for me but all they will find is an image, one that looks like me, but that has no heart, no skin, no blood, only the shape of who I used to be
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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