Going into life thinking with my mind.
I see nothing, nothing from which I can
live,anyway what's the life of a beeing?
no sense, no sense then, what else?
A world, a life and a sense, that tell us we
can do better, but what happens?
we write a letter saying
that we are good,
eventhough we have knew:
life is the enemy, the enemy is life,
think in that because
that's what you are.
A man with a life of no sense
that pulls us
to the reality of the
nothing that is surrounded by our thought in our mind
which may be blind.
no sense.

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