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the cow that wandered in through the open gate ate only halfway through the flower plant. of the two goldfish i bought, the one died on the very day i brought it home — the other has been swimming for many months now, alive, restless, never still. even after twelve hours of sleep, exhaustion circles my eyes and darkens them. however much i thin away, i cannot find a way to lose the bones. when you've lost everything, there is nothing left to lose — everything is there to gain. i console myself with this. but the problem is, there is always something left in me to lose. — haka