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What do you see when you look at me? Can you smell the lasting linger of stale smoke and restless nights? Is it the freckles; faded memories of long lost summers leaving there traces across my face? Or the blotched complexion leaving it's mark from the nervous compulsive face touching and the resting ground of another long day? Could you read into my eyes and decipher my inner feels of the day? Or would you be able to look deeper? See past imperfections and murky waters to reveal what's underneath? Could you tell me who I should be or what route my life should be taking? I know you'd try.