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You've come a distance
Another coast - another moon -
You say I'm getting better
Like a disease of sensitivity
But I feel typical, now,
Like two sides of my brain
Laced thunderbolts - arena
Of hypocrites and sages
Where I lost my sense of
Being human.
Taking you back, I sold
Myself away
But did not dwell or wither
You said, never fear,
All will be fine
I can always cry 
On my way back.