I cherish self awareness, yet I loathe it. It seems that I focus on every clockwork of my design... a fragile awareness. What should I care? who I am, flambouyant and annoying in dance, quiet and wishing to be unnattached in classes, a perky camara man... I am content alone with my writing, my music, or my waves. I see my qualities all too often,
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