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Sometimes we see ghostly figures of strangers in the mist, only to realize they have similar bodies and mannerisms just or almost like ours; we try our best to ignore those figures, for we know they are part of us. Sometimes they appear randomly as we watch our favorite game, recycle words in our thoughts, or search for a missing secret ingredient inside the kitchen drawers and cabinets; we're not afraid when they appear abruptly. Instead, we get angry or disillusioned. We get a temporal feeling like that of a homicide offender. Often we look at our calendars like prisoners, as we look forward to the weekend to unwind- to exorcise all the past selves of us we killed, and probably continue to kill; they crawl to our sub-conscience, as they pass through the mist of time.....

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