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Reality I sit and look at the beauty that is all around me. The people here are perfect. I try to figure out why I am not beautiful like they. I ponder and ponder and finally I come to a conclusion to my perplexing quandary: I am real. |
Additional Notes:
The last "I" should be stressed. It was underlined in my original, but that is not possible here.
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