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Sometimes you wonder what you give other people to see of you as you don't even know what you are. Five feets to the left and insecure, you worry about what they identify at your sight because you can't float over yourself to check it out. You'd like to control what your reflexion looks like. If it was possible, you'd make them think what you'd want them to think of you. But you can't. So you just sit there uncomfortably, hoping for your looks to match your expectations but then again maybe they don't.