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I lose it, I made it.

It sounds simple, so it does indeed.

I deny it, I swear I did.

It just came back, inadvertently.

 

I looked back, I've list it all.

It's just not enough, it's nowhere to be found.

I'm tired, in bed with a pet called Hate.

It consumes me, and I let it be.

 

I stand, I fall.

It is easier to look away, as tomorrow is another day.

I froze, I melt.

It doesn't matter, at least I'm still as one.

 

Don't look for me, don't bother.

I am the flower, I am the leaves.

You'll know me when you see me.

I belong elsewhere, as I belong here.