Life, life, life.
Like an endless journey, meaningless,
stoppable anytime, anywhere.
What we do, doesn't matter no more.
We're meant to be forgotten.
Deeds lost, sins stay.
Forever till the end.
Shall we blame thee?
No way, no way.
Blame yourselves for choosing this choice.
There was a choice,
you asked me?
Ask yourselves,
for you chose it yourselves.
-William Shakesword-
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