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To be alive?
What is it to be alive..
How do we know we are?..
The subtle pitter patter of a broken heart not proving much to me anymore..
When every beat feels like a stabwound.. how are you so sure..
How are you so sure to be alive..
When death now feels like life..
When even to give up feels like fight..
When drained of all that drove you, how do you keep going?
Because im watching the roads and the trees move.. without even moving..
Im watching the rivers fall and the water flowing..
Yet all which once calmed me.. none of which i now found soothing..
Just a taunt.. a mimick.. a whispered cackle..
Begging me to bury myself beneath the gravel..
