1. Here, I am. I am not!
Once graced in hopeful strides.
Yet, here I am again.
“How did I even get here?”I ask myself.
I want it, no I don’t. I need it!
Yes but why?
2. There it is, so within my grasp.
“Lucy says hello”. Here it comes again.
A price to pay, I guess.
I need it, it’s now or never.
Lucy’s interlude.
Who died and made you patient?
“Do you not want it anymore?” Lucy smiles.
The price is worth it, trust me.
I’ll make it worth your while.
3. Purity??
“I am only a man” I said.
A great declaration, yet I had little to no understanding.
A wise man may laugh in this .
I will succumb to this, I am only human.
The end.
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