There's only one person in this world I respect enough to let myself upon without restraint. Everyone else is dealt with degrees and pieces of myself, regurgitated patterns of social standards and cultural archetypes. There's only one person with whom I can wear my own skin, disregard any concepts of prejudice, not have to account for ignorance.
True freedom is now lost to me, as I can only speak with the benefit of hindsight. A second chance would reveal my dedication, but my faith is tested and my worth questioned.
I may as well speak to the deaf and illuminate for the blind, take dance from the infirm and youth from the aged.
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