Identity: Chapter Forty-Seven
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Identity: Chapter Twenty-Six
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Labels
We take comfort in labels because they help give us an identity and a place to fit in in a world that all too often makes us feel alone and outcast.
Identity: Chapter Twenty-Eight
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Identity theft
He tried to reason with the police about who he really was but, when he put his hands on his pockets, he remembered that he didn't have anything to prove his identity. moreover, his pants had changed to the ones the impostor had on the dinner.
Identity: Chapter Fifty-Three
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Identity: Chapter Fifty-One
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Self-Failure
"Why do I...fail?" I look at myself in the mirror, the cadence of the ticking clock in my bedroom ticking distantly away. A lost soul, a lost wolf-dragon, as blue in emotion as his eyes and fur, looking deep within its own eyes as if in search of...
Identity: Chapter Fifty-Four
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Identity: Chapter Sixteen
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My identity as portuguese
I see myself as Wepwawet, Who opens the gates of Duat. From those gates come plague, Enslavement, Genocide. A forest torn down in Brazil, Heads cut in Timor, Slave ships in the Atlantic. Is this my legacy, oh Empire Where the sun...
Mistaken Identity: A Drabble
This dialogue of a mistaken identity is one such dumb little scene. "do you have any wool?" the shepherd asked the sheep. "yes. i'm clearly a sheep." the sheep replied. "oh dear, where are my glasses?