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I live holding a thin sheet of despair
on my right hand

I walk wavering about
Sure enough I carry something concealed on my left hand
I don't want to be reduced to merely one without hope

Light? Hope? Strength? I yearn for it but
I can't help that I'm right handed
Let's head to somewhere the sun shines
I tremble. Wondering if I should show my face after this long time

Hello

I'm at home with screwing around, I've got not compunctious
I grasp this worthless stubbornness, dirtying my right hand holding on

Until when do I have to stand here to find peace of mind
At any rate, I'm right handed after all
Shall I open up my left hand
I tremble. Wondering if I should show my face after this long time

Hello