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| About me? I cannot say. I am an ever-changing mystery unto myself. I want... I need... I take... I share... I give and I receive. I look to define what my life will be. I strain to see behind the veils, wound tightly over our eyes, to better grasp what it all means. Unbind my hands, give me freedom, so that I may see. I know what I want from you. What do you want from me? Perhaps the only way to know these things, is to tell each other, in no uncertain terms, in unspoken words perhaps, exactly how it's going to be.
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