living in
Honey asked me what is the purpose of life,
the answer just blurted out from me,
We just happened to have life,
we live, and then we die,
just like that
it makes no difference to the world.
But relations, make it never the same
I thought of the question, and the answer,
and believed to believe in believeness
is the reason you make, to be
is about believe
and dream is to believe
and belief is to dream
What is the reason to be moved
Feeling
and what not to be
Feeling
something changes
Feeling
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