I am a rock, I am an island

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I'm off like a racehorse, finally free

I finally have no place to be!

But when I'm sick and slow again, 

there's nobody's left to think about me. 


And then I'm left alone in bed,

it's all my fault I'm here again.

No obligations, but also no plans.

No dates, no excursions, no demands. 


How high can I set my standards,

before nobody can reach?

and then I'm really all alone,

at the bottom of the heap. 

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