i will not step on you for greed.
you see, mine is for understanding.
and wanting to learn.
my head stops a lot of it.
a second guess here and there, everywhere.
mistrusted love for warmth and comfort is gone.
funny how the brain can turn around and be changed from change.
now there is no love.
makes me think was it ever real.
never was anything real.
thought nor doubt ever came to life.
and the life i have never came to be either.
so knowing its already over what to do.
with this i have alone in a cave besides try to understand again.
and be greedy for it.
myself for everything
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