In this long run, I constantly lose a part of myself; I Forget who I used to be. Forget how I should be. What I want is still a question! ▪CAPTION▪ ▪▪▪ The more I dig, The more bottomless I become. Once I knitted predicaments, Bewailing the umpteen slips; The livin' corpses kill nights, To emblazon my tale. The hue of my aureole became
