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Departure From Home - the Musings of a Moron Final

Allow me to ask you this:
What is the point in striving?
For what purpose should one seek the bliss?
Whilst relentless is the sorrow, all else is fleeting

Thus, fabricating the weak line,
which separates living from surviving
Making one wonder,
why bother when all is already lost?

One may choose not to see,
but if one can fathom that one and all are born from the filth,
to the filth they all shall go be

Denying the urge to spree,
only more misery it shall bring.

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Keith O.J. Hunt Date: 4/2/2014 4:32:00 PM Ah, but the question you pose is the ultimate question --- your words are too wrought with death; yet you are alive! Live! Enjoy your gifts! Login to Reply The First Born The First Forgotten Date: 4/2/2014 4:50:00 PM Also, thank you, my good man. Beware that, come what may, your words shall stay, with me, in my early grave. For in there, answers, I shan't crave. But peace ought to be mine, when having feelings in a flat line. The First Born The First Forgotten Date: 4/2/2014 4:48:00 PM Yes, in a way I am, in fact, alive. My heart beats and pumps blood through my body. My sinapses are still here, broken, but here. I breath, hear, see and I sense. I guess this is what one may call to be alive. But, is this really what is to be alive? I mean, this cn't be right... Just can't... I beg to differ. There may be, has to be, something else, something more. Something worth. Anything other than just this... Yes, in a sense I am alive following this ideia, but until when and how many more are "living" as I am? One of these say I may just get enough courage to bend to the other side once more. It seems like that every world I tell to her, to the one that gave me this wretched life, I am nearing my end more and more.