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the toxicity of air
I was dead before I was alive, And I am always asleep before I wake. I don't know many things But I am scared of nearly everything I know And nothing has ever hurt me Or maybe it has; I cannot remember But maybe my memories are hidden Sometimes I want to cry at night I think that crying is good And that dying is good I never once have not wanted to fall in love If people knew me I think they might cry If I knew people I don't know what would happen The end is always more important than the beginning That might not be true People never remember their beginning I don't know if they get to remember their end If I were something else I wouldn't be sitting here typing. My back hurts and there is something wrong with my eyes There are too many days I mean that I have lived too many days I do not know if beginnings are more welcome than ends. And I don't know if I even believe in beginnings or endings. This sort of thinking is boring, silly and tires me And I am organic. |
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