What is life?
What am I?
Who am I?
Will it be defined by the existence of other, the universe and what is seen and unseen; will this be of the biological and scientific observation gathered over the years; will this be undefined or just mentioned as a child of my mother and my father and then christened with a name?
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In Touch With Humanity
Poesía"it fell away from me when I needed it the most" I fell off my rocker and over the edge... And no one accompanied me there, into that hell My mind is that hell.
