If you lend me your eyes, I am certain I could change what you see. We are all wandering around with nooses hanging from our necks. I'll loosen yours if you loosen mine. I'm sorry that I'm wrong, and that I can do nothing for it. I apologize for being unable to express emotion the way you do. It seems to hurt you that I can only mimic what I see of others. It's just that I honestly can never know what look I am supposed to have on my face. I have to concentrate to change the musculature of my face, the tone of my voice, and I can't figure out where my arms are supposed to be. It wouldn't be noticeable if humans didn't posture themselves incessantly.
I can't change what I am; I can only mask it behind copied gestures to make you feel more comfortable. I've never wanted to accept that I am the only one I am running from. I've missed a few of the moments when I should have been moving forward. But maybe someday I will be more to love.
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