Wondering...

When other people speak for us I always wonder why they do it? Is it because they think we cannot speak for ourselves or because they think they can speak better for us than we can?

When others define me I wonder why? Do they think that I cannot think for myself? Or do they think I lack the ability of knowing who I am?

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