What is it with existence? The high pinnacle of a mountain, then Deep aquatic murkiness, obscurity Then again, the victory of overcoming Where does it start? Who knows the end? I know it’s in my pocket, I just don’t care I am lifeless I am dead The sweet smell has departed. Written August 21st, 2001 © on Feb 09 2002 07:30 PM PST 10 • 0
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"What is it with existence?..."
Author:ResidualParadox
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