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I sigh

But I still try.

When the good says “Hi"

I still ask “why"

Not used to comfort

Only endless effort

Did you choose me

For it’s “I" not “we".

It has always been solitary

Any other way seems delusionary

Lone wolf prancing

Not walking, always dancing.

For the music is in my head

Astray — I don’t want to be led.