For thinking of myself,
By altering the course of my conscious,
Compromising my health,
Wasting my time writing shit like this here,
(I don't really think that),
Or rather, that depends on what's valued,
Not able to help if a loved one's sad?
That last one, though,'s a little misleading,
No one's ever ready,
To rescue someone that they care about,
May that I never see!
But let me free,
That's all I ever want,
Sometimes I forget what it is all for,
Then I feel guilty, then I write a Wath.
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