alone again, here, I find myself,
grasping for a connection with a feeling which has departed,
found her way out again, back
back, back to the organic,
the scientific, the familiar,
the: "I mean, I'm not trying to be someone else just 'cause I wanna change something about myself....Well yes, of course you're right that it didn't bother me before they pointed it out, but they weren't wrong. I'd feel a lot better about myself if I changed it. *It's **for ***ME."

Okay, sweetie, as you wish.
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