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Serenity is tedious; I'd rather be a lunatic. Like a lone werewolf, I want to howl at the top of my lungs. Knowing deep in my soul, that others just like me can hear and feel my misunderstood emotion. I've never been the one to conform to the normality of the eye-judging and hate perceiving world that surrounds me like a dreadfully scented aroma. A scent so strong, I'd rather hide who I am? No longer, will I cage myself in a box of prejudice. I am free, ready for the world to see. After all, expression requires no discretion. I am a maniac.
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