Commited to be great,
I've lost the part of who I was.
Opinions were what I ate,
Not realizing the value of my loss.
A part of me has forever been left.
I tried to obtain meaning instead.
While accumulating my craft,
I became very sad.
Obsession took over me,
Even to myself, I became strange.
I couldn't flee,
But was able to make this change.
Craft
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