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Blessed be messed up me.
Should I feel different?
Was I crying to get my face wet?
To discern what I did from what I've thought...
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got.
It's part of me... Blessed be.
Low-lit theater, quiet crowd.
I'm on the screen, projected;
I'm in the aisle, yelling fire.
