Do you want to live, what do you feel? Aware of life but it's unlived, is life real? Are you real? I am replaceable as these are billions, hearing as if long ago like imagination in a battle, I can go anywhere, I can see all time, but I can't get what I want, as live is to live bye, risk sooner led estray, that is the plan, that was the end of that, what a struggle in a lucrative way, a terrible undertaking, trying to outpace the anger and guilt, in which to restore myself, sweet as you say, too sacred to be written about, a friend let's say, wants to die anyway, what a fool I think, worrying about only aspect of life, there are many to use before death, love is shallow, quite frankly he will never know the light has gone out of my life, such a thing never happened before times change, but I don't, we from death have a deep sadness.
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