Even while I stand on my feet or stretch my back
I never feel under attack
In a open field i remain an unread bulletin pinned under a tac
A closed book I sit on a shelf
Clothes took to fit myself
Life's story foreseen
I'm stitched inside these four seams
Reliving the good days
Why can't I remain in this daze
I don't regret my past
For its time already passed
I remain at peace
After all I'm still in one piece
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