Being what I am is taking its toll upon me.
I know that people are envious.
I know that some feel sorry for me.
I wish for none of these emotions...
Generally I don't really wish for anything.
And in truth, I am a very simple person.
Yet very few can understand me.
Very, very few...
Sometimes it feels like I'm speaking a foreign language.
Others cannot understand me.
It gets very lonely.
But in a few cases, the sadness I feel makes me smile.
It is the only thing that makes me truly feel at home.
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