I couldn’t drive, because my body refused to stay seated, And learned to walk instead. Looking in any mirror a dead man smiles a wane smile. Only life exist in the present, but shackled to past, or fearful of the future is death. How many times should I kill myself to know Life?
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Liferaft in the Abyss 