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Jason P. Hill: I'm not who I am. I'm not who I seem. I'm somebody else; I'm living a dream. I want to wake up and see where I am, gain some perspective, come up with a plan. Finding myself but losing my soul, I don't know the half about being made whole. Somewhere I've lost what I hadn't sought. Maybe today I'll return what I bought. This wasn't right for me, it didn't fit; I needed honesty, this wasn't it. Who am I really? I can't figure now. Is this a new me? I can't figure how. I'm not who I am, at least not who I was, and the only answer I have is..."because".

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