We struggle through life, fearing the call
Gone, forgotten, in the midst of it all
And when we fall we just slip away
We just cease to exist in such a strange way
It is hard to accept it all ends in an instant
Who wants to live with a pointless existence?
I’ll hold out some hope that’s not all that there is
If only in vain trying to keep me sane through all this madness
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