Why do I breathe, every breath is a step closer to death
Why do I walk, when every step is harder than the next
Why do I sleep, when it is a nightmare in which I live
Why do I dream, when they are meant to be shattered
Why do I hope, when they are never meant to be true
Why do I write, when nothing new comes by.............
Why do I walk, when every step is harder than the next
Why do I sleep, when it is a nightmare in which I live
Why do I dream, when they are meant to be shattered
Why do I hope, when they are never meant to be true
Why do I write, when nothing new comes by.............
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