I waltz about, run around, trip and fall, laugh and pout. But my light to see is dim, the room is as dark as my own 'heart'... abyssal. Faces show on mine and it is quite obsurd. My gift of freedom is my cage. Of all the humans born in to this world why shall I be born so odd and different in these ways... My heart would be blank and black and unknown to me had I not found my light. My light may be dim but it is so due to distance and one day it shall be as close to me as the sun is its own…
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