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Go lightly on the ledge. Go lightly on the ground. (Dylan lyrics)  This piece reminds me of my 5th year in high school. (There were 5 years then). I was having a physical/emotional breakdown. Problem was no one noticed. Not even me. I had a dozen or so notebooks filled with poetry and drawings. I can remember experimenting with sounds so that the pages were filled with my interpretation of guitar riffs. The rest of the work were terrible impressions of dylanesque like poetry. At the end of the year when I survived, I took all those notebooks into the backyard and burnt them. While they lay there, the smoke rising into the blue sky, the pages curled up into evil smiles. And I swear they were laughing at me.