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What's it worth to be
the way to be sane?
I could throw myself at the
on my hands,
the lawn and mow the roses,
but I never
how to go
to ber
in the end I want to be me.
Winter here are mine;
still, no bites, my line?
I hurl myself to the bonfire
all nerve,
clear the path and the dead leaves,
but I really just don't have the
to be
if that
is this just some kind of dream?
I'll walk to the sleeple, where the people
are so inquisite.
I make it to the corner store and buy
a hoard of
now.
Which way now... or coast?
Will my ever poach?
I could myself in the frying pan
for the of my name;
hit the road or hermetically,
but it's really never quite the
every a subtle twist,
I think I'll grab my
and simply
Or would be
a slash at my wrists?