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All my life, I felt like I've been told by other people: this is who you are. I always find it funny and exasperating the callous lengths people go to to tell me what my personality is, what my career should be, and the one that I still think about: you're the lucky one. How is it possible that other people’s perceptions can cause such a deep sense of loneliness? And then I was finally alone and free and faced with the question\/opportunity: well then, who are you? 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