Why do we do the things that we do? Cuz we have to or want to? Or is it that we've simply stopped caring... The last state being the most dangerous... In pursuit of happiness do we actually kill it instead? Questions no longer we dare to ask because maybe we dont have the answers for them or maybe we do but cant do anything anyways... I have a perfect life awaiting me... Perfect in every sense of the word... sometimes I wonder what is more important... to love or to be loved? Do I have the strenght to be as unselfish as I wanna be?
A thousand desires such as these,
A thousand moments to set this life on fire.
Reach out and you can touch them
You can touch them with your silences
You can reach them with your lust.
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