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"puzzle"

I feel unstable

and a bit trembly

as if the Earth I used to place my feet on

has vanished

just like that.


It isn’t that I do not like you

but it is the fact that,

in this moment,

I do not seem to like myself

very much.


I have my strengths,

I will admit,

I pull oceans with my words

and the tides were born

and I calculate the proximity of the farthest stars

until I make the unknown known


but me?


I exist, but this is too intense

and every day it gets more difficult

to keep up this intricate fade

because I love them, I swear,

I would give my soul and body

for them


but

I cannot seem to understand

this puzzle of the human experience

and I cannot seem to grasp

just why we came.











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