When Lightning Strikes
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I am bright. I am strong. Few adore me. Most fear me. Movement is survival. I affect what's around me. I refuse it to be the other way. The noise of my destruction engulfs me, plunges me into the abyss of guilt and disgust, but I am already drowning. I am what I am. So please, enjoy the show.
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