It has always been terrible. Insert text here.
Not because of them, not because he felt sorry.
He made his world, the sun staring
In. Insert text here. Paranoia has him,
Only bones & blood in his body.
Often, he asked someone else (the other) to be in his body (etc.).
Insert text here. He was sorry. Stones & moss, valley to mountain.
Sometimes he couldn't find her. The sun stared at him.
A warm breeze went into his spine. Insert text here.
She was looking for him. She had a gun.

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