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Even though I resolve to live my life with greater transparency and integrity, some days it feels impossible.  I reach for the most convenient mask and carry on with the matter at hand.


If you wear the mask long enough, if you assume that faux identity for too long, eventually, you don't know who you are anymore. 


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Who Am I? Wearing the Mask of Someone Else

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