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Dear John Doe,


There is a depersonalization

that comes with calling one

by their first and last name. 

 

It says, 

you are not mine,

but maybe,

just maybe,

you were.

 

you have become 

a

"once upon a time".

 

Now,

you have been reduced

to a sad smile,

and abstract memories,

rediscovered

in the middle of the night. 

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