I've fought myself since birth trying to keep up the illusion of being a single entity in mind and thought. We tried hard. We was noticed, but not enough to be beat up over, just stared at.

I knew but denied that I knew. I wanted to be normal. I don't even know who "I" is.

46 years later we gave up denying what we are doing anyways. I've never was able to connect to anyone in gaps as the person I was suppose to be.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it, I think.