to the point

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    to the point

    My heart was stale and stagnant like 3 year old water in a bucket,
    So finally I took a stand, I left, and I said fuck it.

    And now there are so many pieces so many holes to mend,
    I wonder if I’m too messed up and if this is my end…

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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