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Simple expressions hide my ignorance. How can you tell how you feel, when
The words just don't exist? The pain and the anguish, the slaughtered
Dreams, the harvest of ill-conceived, wretchedly-worded emotion. Look at
Me, touch me; I'm human and awkward, longing to be found, incapable of
Exposing myself.
