["It is undisputed whether or not humanity would choose life when confronted with self-destruction"-Vic]
You are sick of stress,
And so am I,
You hate what is fake,
And thus you begin to tell the truth from lies.
You look so tired sometimes,as if you could barely walk,
And when waking in the night,all you can see is the dark.
Yet feel no fear my dear,
For your path shall soon be clear.
It takes only but a moment,
Sometimes simply just a glance,
To rid thyself of all that you carry,
And bury that which lies restless.
And so am I,
You hate what is fake,
And thus you begin to tell the truth from lies.
You look so tired sometimes,as if you could barely walk,
And when waking in the night,all you can see is the dark.
Yet feel no fear my dear,
For your path shall soon be clear.
It takes only but a moment,
Sometimes simply just a glance,
To rid thyself of all that you carry,
And bury that which lies restless.
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