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Jan 23
Living in only a miniscule millisecond
then of the universe's forever lasting life,
receiving all tortures just as reckoned
for where we are has so much strife.

Before your neurons can even fire
or your brain could process anything,
It's too late to save this situation so dire
and keep this soul you're worshiping.
Just a fraction of time in the end
Alternate Realities
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Alternate Realities  17/M/Behind my Eyes
(17/M/Behind my Eyes)   
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     izzn, Imran Islam and Bogdan Dragos
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