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I Wanted So Much To Have A Life. Even Just Once, Even For A Second.

I Thought About All Of The Things That Everyone Ever Says To Each Other, And How Everyone Is Going To Die, Whether It's In A Millisecond, Or Days, Or Months, Or 76.5 Years, If You Were Just Born. Everything That's Born Has To Die, Which Means Our Lives Are Like Skyscrapers. The Smoke Rises At Different Speeds, But They're All On Fire, And We're All Trapped.

Only Now Do I Understand The War Against Boredom, The Lost Cause Of Empty Hours, Of Empty Days And Nights.

Time Was Passing Like A Hand Waving From A Train That I Wanted To Be On.

If It Had And Answer, It Wouldn't Really Be Love, Would It?