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Dead face

What am I saving? What did I come with? What will I go with? What is use of knowing? Why we still are greedy? What will end my search? If knowledge doesn't do. Sense of self, apart from body, put by others and so on. I often wish I was luckier. But I am highly grateful too for whatever. My dead face makes me shut up, And pushes into a deep hole which has no end.

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