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"The snowflakes are very much like us- humans are different in there own individual ways yet so similar at the same time and we all scream for love and attention but once given warmth we melt into water and nothingness; all if the same water, but my reality is different from yours, Il mio piccolo fiocco de neve." I scream loudly, my hands covering my ears. The voices are here again, Their words digging into me like a blunt knife, all of their voices jumbled together. None of which I recognise. But all are familiar. And all scream at me. The blade gives me satisfaction, I feel like I'm cutting the strings of my cage, setting me free. I want to be free.