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My mind was jumbled, like a puzzle piece trying to fit into a mold that wasn’t shaped for me. Trying to come up with the reason as to why I couldn’t be both.
¿Como estás?How are you, man?I'm thinking about you again.  
Dear Me, Mexican American    Two cultures- Two identities:    You are in the Border between two countries. In which you dont completely belong.   You love Corridos;
Fear of loss Fear of separation. Fear of our country. Fear of my own surroundings.   Tell me, should I have this feeling? I was born here, but my blood wasn't. Land of the free? No.
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