I have no tales left to tell, no
stories left to write, no parchment to stain, no tears to cry.
I am naked, as I came into this world,
defenseless against the perils of the day
I feel as if the essence of life has
been drained from my flesh
As if I am dead and that I am a mere
spectator in my own life
A stranger in my own body, a foreigner
in my world
I once loved a girl, I once loved many
girls, and somehow maybe I still do
They are happy now, somewhere far away
with someone else
And I am happy that they are happy.
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