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i joue my guitare and i feel happy.
i chante the songs jolis and i hear the silkiness of ma voix and i feel like i'm in the right place.
i'm in the right body.
i'm the right girl.
i think about where i am and where i need to be and i'm confusé.
everything is a melange of half-formed thoughts and the emotions bien forts.
nothing seems right mais nothing seems tort.
i'm just tumbling around, trying to trouvé some sort of solid ground.
the frustration seeps into my head, mon coeur, boils up.
on sight, on the first attempt at connection, the desire to bolt overwhelms me.
detach from all of this, tout here, find a new life, tout seule.
laisse me alone.
sigh.
okay.