If my heart cells and my brain cells all contain the same
DNA, then why do they want such different things?
There is an angel on my shoulder and a devil in my foot and
I’m told what to do, but go somewhere else. I can’t keep running from my ear,
because that is exhausting. I just haven’t figured out how to untie my laces
yet.
But maybe my soul's all right but my body's all wrong.
Song of the Little Cripple at the Street Corner, Rainer Maria Wilke
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