Er… not again…
Why is it that, I think that I am ready to fight, I feel like, I have lost, even without a fight?
Why is it that, I think that I have found something, but something has not found, or refused to be found by me?
Why is it that, I think that I am what I am, but nobody seems to realise that?
Why?
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The key word… “I think”.
Who cares what I think. What do you think?
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Lk. Awaken. Fast.
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