He is running to the never-end of the ring of life.
Winding in and winding out for a chance to survive.
Wavering in a crunching numbers of grief.
Cowering behind the so called belief.
Always.
But he never gets tired of this kind of life.
He doesn't leave off and live with a wife.
He takes pleasure from every single new leaf.
He waits for his very own magical relief.
Always.
-Adqz
nice
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