IS LIFE ONE WORD AS DEATH? WHY THE NONSENCE OF THE WORDS THAT COME THOUGH THY BODY TO THY SOUL! MANY REMEMBER THE CRIES OF A CHILD SO SWEET BUT WHY THE TEARS COMING DOWN ONES FACE LIKE SWORDS DIEDING DOWN TO THY HEART THAT UNTWINES AND CUTS AROUND THE HEART LIKE A DAGGER TO SMOOTH THAT RIPS ONES INSIDES TO DEATH! TO HEAR YET BUT A SIGN OF NO OTHER CRY OF A SMOOTH AND UNPAINFUL DEATH OF ONES HAPPYNESS TO ONES DEADLY CRY OF UNFORGIVENESS INSIDE! BUT WHY DO THESE WORDS COME IN MIND OF A LUNATIC THAT NEEDS HELP FINDING THEM SELF OF THIS WORD THEY SEE WITH OUT A LIGHT TO GUIDE THEM WITH OUT AIR TO BREATH AND WITH OUT TEARS TO CRY THEM SELF TO SLEEP!
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