Confession
1.The ice age is over,
I’m starting to shiver
After so much madness,
Confusion and fever,
Am I getting better?
2.I crave some loose contact,
Even only an act,
Books no longer fill me,
An unusual fact,
Am I getting better?
3.Pandemics taste bitter
And make my face wither,
The four walls don’t please me,
They lost all their glitter,
Have I gotten better?
4.The pearls inside my shell,
They never meant I’m well,
Guess I can lie to all,
Not so much to myself,
I have gotten better.
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