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Fine
What is fine?
I mean fine.
When we say we are fine,
how fine can we be?
What is it I cannot define
with the word fine?
I am not fine.
I am filled full empty.
I am heavy.
I am hope
less.
Woe is I who is not fine
for I cannot define me.
Only in death will I rise.
I had to die to realise
to be reborn
to come anew.
I kill the self
I don’t wish to be.
I k...
Sunday 1st January 2017 2:51 am
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