
Life is 0 (nothing),
when you feel 1 (alone),
life becomes a fear,
when you strugle,
to find your way back home.
But somewhere between
the path of a strugle,
the number will find its way,
because after 1 (alone),
comes + 1( a soul),
and you will know that
this is 2,
because after 2 comes a 3,
and a new member or number
becomes free,
and this is just a start,
of an opening number rush
of me (1).
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