Here we go...I get the feeling of being back on my cliff again. But this time, it's more exciting than not. It's more liberating than before. Now I'm just waiting for that right gust of wind...
You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same. I am the black sock in the load of white laundry. I am the film in the camera, that never gets developed. I am the whisper in the roar, and the scream in the silence. I am me.
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