Am I living or am simply existing- falling thru life midst all this twisting
Changing and staying the same, being well known but far from fame
Loved by some, hated by many, unkown to most, friendship with any
Nights so dark, days too bright, I close my eyes to hide from the light
Do we live and when is it we die, how do we know when it's ours in the sky
All that is left and all that was there, in the end it seems all was hanging by a hair
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