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My message will remain Here in the red room. And the taste of metal on my lips In this strange, ravaged city. I say so much, uselessly. Forgive me for this weakness. Poems are an attempt not to sink. And I write, what else is left? I smoke as usual, always. And you know, it helps me think. After all, it's useless to turn back time, isn't it? A foolish question, and I have many such. So much memory within me. I'd give half of it away as a "gift." I've been in darkness for a long time, Even with all the lamps switched on. And no matter how much I try to pretend, My own defense doesn't save me. I am a heroine of lost battles. I apologize to the world for my naivety. I am prone to my own demise. But all this is internal, and therefore empty. Yet it's so sickening to realize That the past is one continuous sorrow. Somehow, the verse turned out sad. I never knew rhyme. My victory is sadness. It will change me, that's true. Through thoughts, feelings, times, I will forgive myself for... what? It doesn't matter, though. Perhaps I should go for a walk, Into the warm and weary northern sea.