Guess Im living,
I doesn't need to dream anymore because life can't get more perfect than this
Bow to love nothing simpler than that.
Work to congratulate reality
A high five, passing life around
Just to give it back
And we all die,
But not everybody lives
Sin is something we all give…
Rhetorically speaking this is a chronic addiction,
An insult, maybe a ploy…
Life is a book,
Too good
Call it fiction.
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