Sometimes I feel like Frankenstein's monster, all sewn together from different people. My arms don't know my legs and my feet get shy. They stumble and I fall on my hands, which judge their clumsiness. My eyes watch, and are secretive; they won't tell my ears what they saw, or believe what they say. My heart generally keeps quiet, but my lungs are always arguing. I can't breath. I get dizzy. I stumble around in a daze because my body just doesn't get on with itself.
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