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Why did you say that? Was I too relaxed, too at ease, too myself at that moment?
Can I just be without your critique? Must you burn my last buck?
I once knew how to think, how to create, how to live. Now I am stupid, useless, hollow.
Tell me my next task, my next step, my next thought.
I am yours to use.
Is that enough?
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