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Jump at the slightest things I use not to,
Only thus for a few months,
Came uneasiness of what I were not...
Patience of which once I were,
Left, left me alone.
Don't know why.
Gain it,
I'll have to,
But to cure me of .... save it!
It's hard in a place of new,
Make new of everyday things it is,
They know not how it feels,
Yet seem to, only pretend of it.
Why thus, should it be,
no more.
End, why not, all of this??
But let... let it be stronger,
It so at the golden thread,
Lined in red......
Not asking for more,
Even if wanted,
Not to pursue,
To become.
What??
Life's no more.
Yet no one knows.
Take it, it is of me,
Of what I want most.
Understand, most useful it is for me.
Don't. Don't go,
Please stay here with me....