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I asked the old man If he would miss existence He flatly stated, “No.” I asked him if he missed His girlfriend who died He said, “Yes, very much.” Nothing beats love Love beats on itself Oblivion beats everything Does anything stand a chance against oblivion? Along the road to death There are some amazing sights Spectacles, sweet intimate moments Along the road to breath A kind of destiny begins Am I talking over my head? I chose not to father children Because I knew I would make a terrible parent Apparently by mistake I’ve stepped on a few toes The persistent inevitability of death Sound of children playing, laughing Dank smell of street sewer I asked the old man If he would miss existence
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
"Empty glass looks like coffin" or, I don't want to awaken memories that need to sleep
I asked the old man If he would miss existence He flatly stated, “No.” I asked him if he missed His girlfriend who died He said, “Yes, very much.” Nothing beats love Love beats on itself Oblivion beats everything Does anything stand a chance against oblivion? Along the road to death There are some amazing sights Spectacles, sweet intimate moments Along the road to breath A kind of destiny begins Am I talking over my head? I chose not to father children Because I knew I would make a terrible parent Apparently by mistake I’ve stepped on a few toes The persistent inevitability of death Sound of children playing, laughing Dank smell of street sewer I asked the old man If he would miss existence
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
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