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A little bit more jaded,

a little bit more cross,

a little beyond myself,

more than a little lost.

Losing the flows of current,

Losing the mind of thought,

Losing the events of moment,

losing ideas I sought.

Winning always ever,

Winning chose the needs,

Winning only nothing,

More beauty than it seems.

Sadness ever after,

Tearing myself apart,

Looking beyond for help,

Ending were I start.

Nothing latches to me,

Nothing I admit,

Nothing breaking through me,

Alone, I am but shit.

Always fighting,

Never breathing,

My blood is never new,

I stand alone against the tide.

Theres nothing I wont do

Build the tools for greatness,

Harness as they grasp,

Kill your body weakly,

Stony mind thinks at last.

Loneliness a weapon,

Driven from the hoard.

You may never hurt me,

and I shall never again be bored

You cannot fight such sorrow,

No memory of it shall last

You cannot kill which will not die,

You cannot change from which has past.