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Its stranger now

But comfier

I guess i have

Attained one of my goals.

I feel my heart raging

Quaking, itching

Begging for release

Like ticking bomb

Like bursting drum.

My sanity grits its teeth

Not in despair, nor frustration

But in excited agitation

Rejoicing, almost in melody~

I look at myself

Once more, for review,

My face is stoic— I can't feel it

My voice is calm— I hear it,

Rush of warmth — is contained

No higher than my lungs—

No trace, no mud, no sleeves to cover with

There are no evidences, it is a perfect crime,

Ah, but It still isn't perfect

Under the blanket sheets

Although my eyes do not betray me anymore,

Tears rush down like faucet—

I drink it quietly once more,

As I wait for the drought.