What have I done?
I asked myself. I did this to feel better, but I can already tell that I will fail. I reach to my shelf And grab a nice sweater To keep myself from feeling pale. I need an elf to provide me shelter And save me from my lazy hell. But those rhymes were all forced. and what's the point if that's the case. To hide from my own remorse and regret from all my wasted days?
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