Yes my life consists of just that.. Just that. No ones looking, no one cares, and if they do, you shouldn't. Cause the worst has been passed. Yet you find yourself in such a traitorous bind. And in the end, you will ask and they will answer. No matter the answer, this life still moves, still breathes. Which means nothing. Nothing. R-boz|Ali.
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