For a long time I felt lost; without style or grace.
I wore the system's drab uniform for my sins,
And a frozen mask slowly formed around my face.
The world appeared to me to be bleak and grim.
But now that I've escaped from the darkest of fates,
I've discovered a real, potent sense of freedom.
Incessant trivia rarely makes me irate,
Now that I'm born again under a bright, new sun.
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