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Going Through Changes

I wanted change. I did not want this.

This is not free. This is not painless.

I know what will bcome of me.

Soon I won't be seen; there'll be nothing left to see.

Try to fix my eyes to a window in the basement

Knowing that I see the world, but I will never face it.

So can you tell I'm getting better?

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