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Where is the joy,
where is the bliss,
rest and satisfaction?
Alone, weird and suffering,
down on the ground,
pined for you.
Pined for you -
desirous
Hungry for your return
Return of feelings,
return of trust.
Or to let go of,
what I love.
The living wreck
Join the living wreck
To which place,
my trip is forced?
To the surface -
urging for a sense.
A hungry wolf
A hunter for affection
Behind me
These memories
Looking forwards,
There is ...
There is joy
There is bliss.
Looking backwards,
There was ...
There was fight
There was burden.