when one doesn't seem to see the point of life,
the light in the end,
what is left to say?
It happened to be so complicated,
that we've all given up so quick.
...But what if we can fix it, or infer the right consequences
All by ourselves.
I'm all but peaceful.
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We've scorched, and we've splited, and we have had anything but ourselves.
But we want more. because we deserve it.
Because we, so to speak, EARN it. we've earned it all.
And that point makes the difference.
Because we haven't earned it.
And we've been killing so many souls, that interrupted our wills.
We are much worse than the animals,
and you know why? because we DON'T have any excuse. Any excuse at all.
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I don't know what I should feel. I feel so hurt, and so angry.
It's like the plan is always in the backgroung,
But I can't do nothing at all, as for now, to recruit myself to it.
I'm not giving up so easily, though.
So I'll just need to await. and be prepared.
And die every time. again and again.
But that's all right,
After all I AM a human.
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