At first it is silent. Then you hear the scream.
Satori. Kenshou. Whatever it means?
All my life I wondered, pondered about what to do to make the others value me.
Then you came, when I was sane. After you left I no longer were.
But that creative spark went to my heart and started a forest-fire there.
Allow me to kiss a flamethrower and sing until my days I over.
Revolution of the mind.
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