What is wrong with me? I stand in front of the mirror, naked, for I can see no other way. I can see no flaw to account for it, but I know it is there. It must be inside, since I do not see it outside. There is something inside me that forces imperfection upon me. I try as I might to place the blame on something else, but I am the only common
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