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Is there such a thing as too much loss
Contemplating the concept of excessive loss
Did I love life at some point, at least hold it dearer?
Reflecting on whether there was a time when life was cherished
Last night another threshold was crossed
Describing a recent experience of crossing a significant threshold
Couldn't keep my eyes open while I spat at the mirror
Struggling to stay awake while confronting oneself in the mirror
Still most history is unwritten
Highlighting the unrecorded nature of most personal history
In the story of who I used to be
Introducing the theme of the narrator's past self
In the story of who I used to be
Repetition for emphasis on the exploration of the narrator's past
Yet again my words are just made from old injuries
Expressing that the narrator's words are shaped by past wounds
Glued together by pain, held up by a nightmare
Describing the words as a product of pain, sustained by nightmares
Worn down by the friction of history
Noting the erosion caused by the passage of historical events
The thinnest of words on even thinner paper
Referring to the fragility of words written on thin paper
My smiles, so few of them are real,
Acknowledging the rarity of genuine smiles in the narrator's life
Synthetic textiles, meant to conceal
Comparing smiles to synthetic textiles, used to hide true emotions
My smiles, so few of them are real,
Repetition emphasizing the scarcity of authentic smiles
Synthetic textiles, meant to conceal
Reiterating the metaphor of synthetic textiles concealing emotions
The overwhelming indifference of nature
Commenting on the profound apathy of nature towards human existence
It doesn't bother to keep us alive or even to kill us
Rejecting personification of nature as a nurturing or malevolent force
Don't call it a mother, a spirit, a gift or a teacher
Denying nature maternal, spiritual, gifted, or instructive qualities
It doesn't love, mourn, forgive you or trust
Stating that nature lacks love, mourning, forgiveness, and trust
It's smiles, so few of them are real,
Revisiting the theme of infrequent genuine smiles
Synthetic textiles, meant to conceal
Reemphasizing the comparison of smiles to synthetic textiles
It's smiles, so few of them are real,
Repetition underscoring the scarcity of authentic smiles
Synthetic textiles, meant to conceal
Reiterating the idea of synthetic textiles concealing true emotions
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