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Less than a so-called life

I caught your eye
it was in reach
then you passed by
I saw somebody I can’t describe
I’ve got red in the corner of my eyes
I’ve got less than a so-called life
I’ve got purpose
but life passes by
would somebody tell me what this stands for
is it a miracle too good to be itself
is it less
have I got another guess
not that I can think of 
I’ve got weight on my back that shouldn’t be there
but it’s there to keep me alive
so I guess I’ll carry it until my eyes turn red 
and basically
I’m dead

don’t disbelieve it 
make yourself free it
basically give yourself room to bleed
in your final day 
live until you can’t live anymore
then quietly give it all away

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