We greatly hug Our painful days and Our ugly nights dearly Simply because that's the way With them anytime, anywhere, and Even everywhere... We totally live in death and Death itself lives in us... We painfully suffer from Everyone and even from everything Around us anytime... We thankfully were born to suffer From everything on a daily basis... We completely want to be, but We greatly fail... Failure accompanies us Anywhere and everywhere... It is not greatly easy for us To cross into those unknown world By ourselves and even alone... We fully die thousands of times a day, but We are absolutely alive... Our Rock Of Suicide is still over there Waiting for us patiently to come back, but We keep looking forward for that unknown Destination that will take us away For ever and ever... ______________________________________________________________________
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