I don't know where you stand,
but it must be known
that I have a problem.
I think it must be shown.
But will you desert me,
let me go astray?
You said it'll be secret;
you told anyway.
Yet that's not what is bad.
No- I cannot begin,
nor shall I continue
to tell you these things.
All my plans are ruined-
faith is all I got.
Telling you who I was
was a stupid idea, was it not?
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