I was sick.
Always addict to kind of sense.
Imagine THERE are lots of eyes looking at, thinking of, evaluating
me, the creature hunger for achievement
which the least to others.
Eager to let everyone know what's in me but I'm losing.
Keep eyes spread with red strings, that fill my pride,
feel being.
Just exhausted about changing with an unexpected way.
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