I have so much, So much To tell someone, Someone With no ears To hear, No heart To understand. I sit With my hair Falling out, My teeth on edge, My belly Hanging ever Heavier over a Too-tight belt. All the things I longed for Still exceed My grasp, All the things I have Are nothing Except bitter ashes. In my dreams I sometimes Am permitted To feel the fleeting Warmth of love, While in my days I deny myself Everything. Let me not blame Any other-- The fault is mine.
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