When one enters again, the kingdom of inventory, one realises the conundrum dilemma before you...
Do I carry all this around,
For the sake of better writing?
Do I lie, on the spinning wheel,
Until split into two?
Getting my heart back,
I can feel my sharp edges,
The points and the blades,
That will cut you in two.
So think of your life now,
And all, that you hope for,
I'd try to start running,
That's, if-I were you.
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