Being

A thousand kisses, a thousand years, a thousand heartbeats, a thousand tears.

A dream once treasured now lost and old, forgotten memories turned dusty and cold.

How did I get here, I do not know, pushed and pulled through the days and morrow.

Who disturbs me, I cannot see, I feel their presence oh why cant they let me be.

Im tired, frail, alone and worn how on earth do we survive this life we were born.


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