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You gave me a standard
Told me, sternly "never sway from it"
This was the ⚓anchor, all that mattered.
I use to have stuffLots of stuff Stuff that I woreproudlyStuff that I carried around in my pocket stuffStuff that I woundplace in placesamong other stuffto be seenby others who probably had theirown stuff I really lovedmy stuff Now I can not ev
Once a disassembled existance,
I was burdened within a gyre of unending thought.
Pressing through time with little resistance,
I did what I pleased, knowing naught
Of the troubles to come,
