I possess renunciation.
A kind of reminisence.
Something like reputation or revival.
Repeatedly:
"I'm going to
like you; even if you're
afraid of it. . .
put into another context."
Why?
What is the point!
I want to be a kid again.
But - no.
Me - me - me.
And this habitual order of life.
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