we are born alone and we die alone. No one goes with us in or out holding our hand, making sure we're okay. Hate splirts from my mouth and tears from my eyes. Life is a constint struggle for the more or the better.
But there is a moment when one is left inside looking around trying to thank the space the stayed for so long, then its their turn and they come out to see mothers and fathers and twins awaiting them. Most people have their own brain in which they process, they are alone in their thoughts, always.
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Most people have their own brain in which they process, they are alone in their thoughts, always.
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