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A stitch in time

You do not care, I must admit, about what I say. A screen
composed of ones and zeros had no compassion, no desire, no
remorse...no judgment either I suppose. I care about what
goes on in my head, what I learn, what I love and desire. I
stand up for my ideas, my beliefs and mistakes. They are
mine and mine alone. All you can do is mirror what I am and
what it is within me to become.