It's an odd thing. I wish I were a little bit smarter or a little bit dumber. Not smart enough to be one of those people, but not dumb enough to drool with the rest of the morons. Limbo. My life. Limbo. Cusp. Uncertainty. I should be thankful for my sharpness, my wits, yet them seem to single me out. I wonder if my dear Ludwig van ever felt this
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