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Yet, I fail to feel. I sail to sea. I fail to behave rationally. And I fail to grip. I fail to keep. I fail to think about me. If I were able to hate perhaps hatred would bring me relief I ought to have a steel brow and a heart of stone.

Yet, I fail to feel. I sail to sea. I fail to behave rationally. And I fail to grip. I fail to keep. I fail to think about me. If I were able to hate perhaps hatred would bring me relief I ought to have a steel brow and a heart of stone.