Will we be remnants of memories?
Equipped with ego as a catalyst for being ignorant?
We are being torn by the existence of our petty lies.
Realizing that every waking moment, we're closer to the arms of death.
So we exploit ourselves to the very last bit of happiness.
Incapable of controlling violent receptors of our minds.
Obligating us into a state of confusion.
Then, desperation consumes us with an overpowering greed.
Scarring us with embedded thoughts of the past.
Engulfed with guilt and regret.
In the end, however, we've our own paths.
- woke up one morning and started scribbling all these words into my notebook
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