Cold, shaken, trembling.
Oh, look, it's me again.
Oh, look, just a weakling.
I'm tired of running this roundabout game.
It's ridiculous, maybe even wild.
Repeated thoughts and actions stall.
In reality, it's inaction I'm about to fall.
Fire, burning flames. 3
Soul torn, but yearning for more.
My eyes are fixated, but I'm still not situated. I'm not stable...
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