if this is my home, why am i longing for less? my mind in one million directions. and rain from all sides. nut this water flows through me, by selectively intensive means. do not bend, do not flex. this trudging; let's lower, let's fall back. i fall short of my standards every time. long shot, lost cause. this circle i follow ever clockwise. to what end, i am blind. this desolate veil; what delicate, life?
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