The truth about the person you will never be
I wish I looked good wet.
There is a version of me who has never existed, never tasted air or felt the sun on their face, yet I compare myself to him all the time. He is my nemesis. Why? Because he’s got it all.
I’m not talking about hick-town ambitions like being rich beyond your wildest dreams or even being Sunday Times bestseller six we…
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