Molecules are that what hold us together
keeping ourselves from falling out of our skin,
a cosmic bind unless we die is shelter,
although we have irrelevant changing traits,
we strive to be undyingly together,
maybe cause society judges and rates,
who knows why we strive to unsoley survive,
maybe it's cause we unconsciously figure,
at death's final door we won't lonely arrive,
aren't we so silly to thoughtlessly perceive,
a life less lonely that's so hard to conceive.
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