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Where am I?
I am lost.
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Is this poetry? Is this not good enough for you? Again.
Nothing good enough.
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I ran out of answers long ago.
I gave up.
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I hate you.
This is all your fault.
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I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.
Yes, I was selfish. I was wrong.
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This is the end.
Not wanting to die.
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Not willing to live..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem