I could yell,
I could scream.
More or less,
I could call out.
Nonetheless I'll receive no rescue,
I will look to the sky.
I'd feel warmth,
I'd walk forward feel nothing.
Yet I call,
No reason in calling.
I weep,
My tears get nothing.
I climb,
I fall.
I can't reach the point in which I stop feeling worthless,
I continue failing.
I look forward,
I feel warmth.
I step forward,
I...
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I'm fine.
