let go of me now, whem I'm damned. And see at the core.
On the shore
I'm standing alone and my reflection distorted.
And again, there's no me in the water down there, but a stranger.
Not in a good mood to meet you today, cancel out the arrengement.
I'm not feeling myself through the fog and thick air.
I compare
myself to all the rocks at the bottom, I care
too much.
a poet, a philosopher, a failure
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