Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

Life Of Death


should we live or should we die? And what is life and what is death? SOMETIMES IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY sense. what is life and what is death if your are walking like the dead work your ass off for a bed when can you rest your head when you're walking in your sleep and there's never any peace where nightmares arrive to recede as they become actuality when you face your reality 9to5, 1Oto6, what is life and what is death?

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why do poeple work until theyre stressed just to 'live' and then kill themselves in a bottle? And think about it; wouldnt you rather die free and in peace then have a house and a job and a life that kills you? I WOULD.

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