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Beating From Within

When I was a child, at times I felt a little crazy. Everybody in fourth grade was going about their business, it seemed— writing in math workbooks, sitting at desks all plopped in a row. My classmates sniffed smelly erasers and watched the teacher write on the chalkboard, while I was occasionally struck by a different way of observing my surroundings. Something inside of me was knocking and beating to get out. Something in me wondered about the concept of the blink, the miraculous way my eyes flipped opened and shut, all on their own. I wondered how and why