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Then...i cried,
an unconscious cry, a cry of confirmation, that I'm here, alive and with the living. I cried as one in need of comfort. An innocent cry, unaware of its meaning. But i cried, to fulfill humanity's demand. An infant's cry for acceptance into a new world. Now...i cry, a conscious cry a cry for a cause, a cause born of purpose, a purpose driven by desire, a desire powered by passion. I cry again, louder than the chorus of victorious soldiers in the camp of their enemies. I cry again, unbending my ears to mothers calls for a home coming. Then....i shed visible tears for acceptance into the world. Now.....i shed invisible tears for recognition of who i am.
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