I was alive, then I died.
Love for the living ones today.
No love for the dead ones.
My mind full of creative ideas.
Now it's a mass of nothingness.
Here i am, a shadow hiding.
Trying to fit in, alive, dead.
Who knows which one we are.
Are we alive, or been dead.
For quite some while not knowing.
Just reliving memories, or making them.
My question for you is what.
What are we, alive or dead.
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