While you live, everything doesn't stay alive.
With each passing breathe, something in you dies.
You are not a single living; a million things reside in you. They mark your existence.
And everytime they die, you take a random step in to a place not known, a feeling kept numb,
You cease to be the same. You change.
And when you do, you dont realize; something new in you, starts to breath.
While somewhere within yourself, a part of you incinerated.
You are not a single living; a million things reside in you.
Each builds you up. Each tears you apart.
With each fresh, anew touch,
A cold, bitter struggle.
But while you live, everything doesn't stay alive.
With each passing breathe, something in you dies.
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