I can see no difference now,
May it be in life or in death.
The gift of thought isn't very convenient,
Now that I've lost a valuable ally, a friend.
A frivolous mistake-I chose,
To spill a secret I should have kept undisclosed.
I don't know whether I may still be of use,
My freedom of speech-I abused.
I am but a recluse, a cast out from a cell of fallacy.
I'm full of regret, accompanied with a mind who know
nothing but frailty
I feel misunderstood having a will so dull.
Even my common sense isn't fully operational.
Start again? No! It's too late.
I can't believe I let myself be bait.
I'll jump overboard...Wait! I already am.
I'm done, it's over, and I have already left fate's camp.
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