If I could let others decide what's real and what's not,
maybe I could have lived just a little longer.
And they are so blind. Their death is calling them everywhere they go,
Do they want to hide it?
Do they prefer others to take care of them?
If I could just have the right WORDS,
in the right place...
All existence is amount to the ability of speaking.
persuading them would save my life.
I wish they weren't so stubborn.
When you know you are going to die..
All these meaningless things just laught at you.
And you can't escape.
only a matter of money time.
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Can't fix my thought to the right way of willing,
It's all stupid, and sometimes I don't even care.
It's not that I'm willing to this,
It's unavoidable.
There's too much to lose.
I haven't saved anything, I haven't found him, I haven't lived there,
I haven't had my own piece of communication.
I've done NOTHING.
And that's the only thing that will stay after I go.
I'm losing my mind over here.
Why can't I run away?
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