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I said I shall tell the tale of my heart as best as I can; 
Caught in the storm of my tears, with a bleeding heart, 

I failed to do that! 
I tried to relate to event in broken, muted words; 
The cup of my thoughts was so fragile, that I fell into pieces like shattered glass. 
Many ships were wrecked in this storm; 
What is my little helpless boat in comparison? 

The waves destroyed my ship, neither good remained nor bad; 
Free from myself, I tied my body to a raft. 
Now, I am neither up nor down-no this is not a fair description; 
I am up on a wave one instant, and down under another the next. 
I am not aware of my existence, I know only this: 
When I am, I am not, and when I

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