I have lived as two people in one body. I would adopt a different persona while talking to different people. There was no 'me'.
Life was a movie. Acting at every corner, every street. No breaks.
But it wasn't a distinguished line. They were intermixing person.
What happens when the line isn't as hazy? What if it is as clear as a spot on a white cloth that your mum keeps reprimanding you about?
It becomes difficult to decide which person is the real one? Is it the overly friendly and exuberant one? Or is it that sulky, depressed and rude one? Which one is an act? What is true?
I wonder if bipolar and schizophrenic people have a fixed identity about themselves or aren't clear about it yet. I don't know.
PS. I was inspired by Gollum to write this.
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