We are born with the urge to live,
So we live each day dying to live,
But ultimately, we live to die.
I stare blankly at a numb ceiling
As my innocence is strangled and fades away.
“We are the same…”
my heart cries to the walls.
They cannot hear me, they do not feel me.
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