I gave up before birth.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
That penny farthing hell you call your mind
Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.
Lick your neighbor as yourself!
The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.