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I had a dream that no one else could have and I threw away everything that I didn’t need
Thoughts that I can’t surrender dwell in my chest

Even if I’m still in the rift between reality and ideals and my feet are bound by shackles of sacrifice
My overflowing impulse isn’t fully repressed because I have a heart that yearns powerfully

“Pretense” “Fear” “Vanity” “Grief”; I won’t be weak enough
To be apprehended by the various negative things; I’m a Trickster who doesn’t know loneliness