Deer
You worry about all this trivial crap and wonder what will happen to you and why we're alive, anyway. Everything seems so invulnerable. Everything seems like it must have a future.
But when you hit something, it still dies.
It could have been anything, or anyone.
It's still dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
But when you hit something, it still dies.
It could have been anything, or anyone.
It's still dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
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