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I feel like a cat in heat, yet the world is oblivious. If only I could lose all restraint and like the cat climb up on the table, bent over, with my ass pointed at the sky and scream for attention. It is probably good that our thoughts do not easily leak out and become visible to the world. I have yearned to let them out for years, have at times touched the edge of change, but ran away.
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