I'm alive at last again, and I don't know where I've been, but I know where I am now.
That's a lie - I'm lost again, not so much as a friend to show me where to go. Well, here I go again.
I'm off my path again. Did I die, verting in jest, some other way, word pathogen?--
Was I thrusted into lust too often/not try hard enough to soften my rough ego's coffin?--
Has my mental unhealth gone untreated/my job suck all my inners?--
Gee, did all my self-control get self-depleted?--
--Because this compass isn't broken; I just don't know how to read it... I didn't think I'd need it again - not again.
I'm not enough again of who?
I could have been stuck with who I am now.
I'm nodding off again, hoping some triggered event will seep in while I'm sleeping.
I can die at last.
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