Where is the joy,
where is the bliss,
rest and satisfaction? Alone, weird and suffering,
down on the ground,
pined for you. Pined for you desirous
Hungry for your return Return of feelings,
return of trust.
Or to let go of,
what I love. The living wreck
Join the living wreck To which place,
my trip is forced?
To the surface urging for a sense. A hungry wolf
A hunter for affection
Behind me
These memories Looking forwards,
There is .
There is joy
There is bliss. Looking backwards,
There was .
There was fight
There was burden.
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