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Is this war Is this life? Is it the core? Is this what we came for? More and more: Pain and sorrow, A journey and a hard knock Life coined: the dual forces Of reality, from steady grounds to earth quakes... Strange clouds to fogs, Man its cold when hit The bottom! Blues and oceans flows Sharks so scary, and whales Those giants but swimming All the way up, from feeling numb To counting numbers And they infinite... Like the number 8, twisted vertically Not that you have to be twisted But you gotta let go!

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