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BREATHING DEAD Without my mind, out of my senses chasing death, as if finishing life - the only priority twenty four hours a day are lost searching for one extra moment between sunrise and beauty of moon to chase death.
neither aspiring for success nor aspiring for glory afraid of tension and attention living with a bruised soul aimlessly wandering without any mission, without any goal.
no desire for love, nor of lust two hoots for both betrayal and trust. who cares? for the shadow that follows me and wants to share the pain. without any tears, without any fears I still breathe on my own terms make my roads my way. every morning is a big celebration 'cause I am LESS ALIVE with EACH NEW DAY. ~Alok Alamban~
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