I have not lost the sense of what I have, to sound?
That I gained in what is that I have, found!
A museum for the dead.
A monument for the causes.
No charity;
only thoughts.
That I know of the excuse:
while assumed the image of an identity.
I have formed a reflection of myself.
The steps that lay ahead for a future.
A future for.
A future craved.
A craved future for.
A future I craved.
A future of which I am.
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