Everywhere I go, it's me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it. — Sandra Cisneros
Everywhere I go, it's me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it. — Sandra Cisneros
Everywhere I go, it's me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it. — Sandra Cisneros
Everywhere I go, it's me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it. — Sandra Cisneros
Everywhere I go, it's me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it. — Sandra Cisneros
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Everywhere I go, it's me and me. Half of me living my life, the other half watching me live it.

— Sandra Cisneros
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