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While suffering the bumps and buffeting of school ritual,  hitting perpetually the toughening hub in my molten sola plexus, I soldiered valiant to the raw forefront, clad in the colours of emergent identity. Splendidly pirouetting in my brash attire, I fired rockets at a moon's loony smile, compiling lists of optimistic options in a sloppy survey of loosely exclusive ambitions. Richly pampered with a stately home, yet harshly harassed in survival of the fittest hit programmes for growing tall, I sprawled far too florid on the slushy horrid cushion of family renown.      In gaucherie, I found myself enslaved      with thoughts the world would give me all I craved.