Upon thy self in thy eyes of ones id, may one see as me, as I, as it has never been.
In upon thy days of a blur in life of death a day in me.
To sit and stare at a world, a world we no not, a world we share not, a world we live & choose to die, a word with no end.
To sit, stare, dream, and wonder. Losing thy self in thy id.
A moment past, then an age.
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