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You twisted the blade so many times, I ran out of patience to pretend.

My days are timed by fears.

I try as I might, I can not find any word to release.

You've lit up the flame a hundred times.

I still can not see clearly in your mind.

What should I say, vowed to decline.

I may have flaws, but I am who I am.

Despair, deepest hopes collapse.

It's prowling still, denial.