I have stretched myself out of shape
Into some foreign object, completely unaware
I have become this thing I do not know
And am unfamiliar with the territory
The moon has wained into oblivion, and I
Lost in this enigmatic land, am alone.
Such sorrow, even I dare not not exhale
Afraid my own retribution may be worst of all
Fear replaces peace so easily, I am stunned
Leaving nothing but yesterday to long for
Yet, it too is gone, captured by time
And shall stand still for all eternity
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This is wonderful. I know this feeling.