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From the day I was (literally) born my ass first

Through years of suffering and illusory joy

I have been unable to any real sympathy

Yet always reaching to some kind of understanding

And now being fully aware what I should do

I refuse to be of any help to anything

In sense of working for the eternal

I won all aspects of human weakness

Need to control, need for acceptance

Fear of anything, envy for anything

Finally there is no explanation needed, neither can it be found

For what I among some others are

In the world, against it, utterly because it's wrong