Cut my fingers on the strings
to bring back a little sanity.
My friends have all the luck, you see.
They love and love and are loved;
they hate and fight and ********;
they choose not to talk if not wanting.
Wherefore not I?
There it is, plain for all.
My friends have all the luck, you see,
because of their humanity.
Myself?
I can't find anyone human,
or a part of me that still is.
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