I lost myself this yearEverything extensive that made me who I once was, was set affray with fateHandles were delicately enclosed by divine will as my desires choked the blade until my palms wept bloodConfidently denouncing what was preordained for me as if that would actually move stars I was stubborn and gullible this year I clenched fate tight in my fist until my hands grew tired and fate unwillingly got to take its first breath of fresh airAnd so I lost myself I lost grief, I lost pain, I lost confusionI never would have imagined losing myself would feel so good

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