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Live to be crowned

Life, we breathe it in and fill our lungs with air.
Is that life?
Life, we call upon our blood to bring a shimmer to this night.
Is that life?
Is life surviving, breathing, being, uniting?
Is this life?
Or is it more, more than just being, more like believing, believing in who you are. Who I can be through you.
Is it possible to give up self? And live?
Is it possible to want someone else's joy more than your own?
Can you lay down your life and still live?
Is that what living really is?
Living isn't you. Living isn't me.
Living is finding a way to be free, free of self, free from pain, and able to play the game without being played.
That's what it is to live.
Similar to what is gain.
To put enough of your self out that you forget your name.
And then you begin to live.
Live for more than just yourself,
Now you live for him.