We live our lives trying to piece ourselves together from the fragments of who others wanted us to be. But what if there was never a whole self to recover? What if we are not something lost, but a process of constant erasure and rewriting? And what if the only real honesty is admitting that searching for the "true self" beneath all the layers means searching for something that was never there?

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