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I see myself as a series of slices—there’s no exact way to describe me. You would need to peel back each layer to form a blurred outline. But why does that still not reveal the whole picture?
Half of my face is reflected in the water, suggesting that I may never stop being reshaped by society.
Each slice on its own may be recognizable, or perhaps unfamiliar, yet these fragmented pieces come together to form the whole of who I am.


















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