Who am I if I'm not alive enough to see?
Who can I become with so much internal deceit?
Who and what is a soul when it's become lost?
Who and what is remembered when I'm forgot?
We all traverse pain, we all know it's true name.
The cold eternal flame that is universally the same, the fuel to this almighty game of life we confusingly play.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
Who am I if I'm not alive enough to see?
Who can I become with so much internal deceit?
Who and what is a soul when it's become lost?
Who and what is remembered when I'm forgot?
We all traverse pain, we all know it's true name.
The cold eternal flame that is universally the same, the fuel to this almighty game of life we confusingly play.
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