The Slow Suicide Called Life
Incredibly numb are the hours of every nightmare within a nightmare within someone's awake reality. The fundamental Wonder and magnificence in it's beautiness the world, life and all in between such a conundrum wrapped in an enigma mystifying the curiosity of mortal suits like you and me. Naively joyous up into the moment of realization of the separation slowly occurring down to the molecular as the whole world goes on distracted and led a stray through out our untold numberdays the destination for one is certain the grave, the other is the unknown the great unknown. The duplicity jadedly Waring against inevitability.
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