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Sep 27
I don't like sitting with myself
What is life
what is love
why is health

and if gratitude
depends on attitude
and art is what
life births itself

it's all too much
to think about
and suddenly
Heaven is hell

the only one
I care about
why, oh why
is it not myself

and if so
who do you live for
if nothing else
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