I am innocent and protected.
I wonder what it's like to feel love.
I hear music that no one else can.
I see things the way they should be.
I cry out for understanding.
I am becoming.
I pretend that I understand.
I feel scared sometimes.
I touch lives.
I worry about being in the real world.
I am becoming.
I understand that people can be both good and bad.
I say what I think.
I dream about what I don't understand.
I want to right what's wrong.
I am Marcelo.
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