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As much as I’m getting better
That much I’m getting worse


I was thinking
That I have all the stars
In my hand
Never have to reach them
They were mine
But illusion vanished
It was “only”
Precious match
Almost burned
Almost to late
To have the flame, again
They say that the flame is here, again
I can not se it
I don’t have eyes any more
I can not feel it
I don’t feel anything any more
Would it be the same any more?
 

No it Would Not! it could be only better or worse... Same never again...