Gotta keep running. Gotta keep moving. Does this make me an animal? Is that a bad thing? Do we have roles to play in this world? Roles to keep the paradigm preserved...roles to keep us happy. Am I selfish? Am I evil? Am I completely unaware of myself?
Do I want to see you, because I think it will give me some sense of closure, some deep sense of feeling, or maybe I need to see death, need to see it to believe it? It's never seemed real to me. Barriers of air are all that's between us. If you knew. I will redeem myself. I'll die a martyr just to serve a purpose. We can't help but be dramatic, can we?
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