Whatever I say has currently become a matter of my existence. Leave this story of mine, and let's all get perplexed about the divinty of life.... Why friend, are you ignoring this plaintive cry of a fellow soul....
May this be a note of confidence to my brother out there, lost in the crowd, that I'm no longer dying. Be it mind, or be it soul. A tortured existence maybe, is mine, but I've learnt to suffer in silence....
Take it easy, this is life after all....here's a million to ease the pain. I think I'm finally coming of age, trying to break free has become a lost revolution. What I don't understand is, why am I still sad?....
I don't want to cheat, I don't want to fight, because all I want is to live. I think I'll stop thinking altogether for a while, pretend to be among the brain-dead faction of the society. If that'll be a solution, then so be it....
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