I want to write, but I don't know what to say.
I'm confused, as usual.
That's all?
Reinvention tastes like this:
Tie me down, I'll fly away,
Clip my wings, I'll hobble to freedom.
Knock me down, and I'll get up again.
Clip my wings, I'll hobble to freedom.
Knock me down, and I'll get up again.
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