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Reckless
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Personal (Melancholy) I didn't want to be safe;
I wanted to be reckless
because then I felt alive.
It didn't matter what were
the consequences of my actions,
I needed to live dangerously.
I didn't realize what I was doing
did not prove my existence
but only confirmed my demise.
And it destroyed me just like
it was always going to,
just like it was supposed to.
