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february 17th, 2025. i always think about being studied in future generations yet i plan not to have children. will i have such an impact, does it even matter to. i suppose we all desire to have our existence known. i want my time here to mean something. that’s my truth, even if it doesn’t.
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I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.
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Clarice Lispector, from her novel titled "Água Viva," originally published in 1973
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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”
— Unknown
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