the solitude of existence./ถ“c@–ซ
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tinue breathing,
Thatfs not self-abhorrence,but in a dilemma
Betwixt things I wanted to expel and
Things I desired to acquire.
And now,living things talk to me
As lively as they are,
Ringing in the sight and covetously
To the skin.

Born as human,maybe lacking shadows,
Feel at last I ha
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