More so
Cause I am meant to be dead
I must perform
reasons are endless
One, time.
Two, judgment.
Three, role.
Four, engagement.
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.
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I must not go on enjoying today's fragrance
I am bound to play the fool
These men who matter are part of the ash
These inventions aren't very great
But I must learn to exist
I must hop and catch today
So, tomorrow doesn't call me less prepared
I can tarnish this odor
I can disobey any sense
I am an actor
I chose to act more than my part
Sure, call it pretense.
I am inspired to live
More so
Cause I know I will be dead
Shringi
10/03/2010
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