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i used to always
but haven’t much lately
discribed the world of us
consisting mostly of dead
I lived, once, in a land where everyone was dead
I was born dead
people there often aspire to be dead
yearn for it, and always terrified of it
wishing only to be, really, stuck in time
in endless repition
always young
always foolish
always irresponsible
always ignorant, and happy
free of the knowledge of their countless mistakes
and those of all their fire bearers
I…
i wanted only to be full alive
but that’s not how we live here
Dead
some answer I came up with
always the same
wherever I may go
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