The past, my
endless mistakes,
torn across
all my hours,
and I, the lesser
for it, yet
defined by
them, made
by them,
constructed in
the Frankenstein's
laboratory of my
errors, and
now solely
the sum, a living
echo, of those.
30.07.2023
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